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Someone’s Daughter By Ikechukwu Obialo Azuonye
Someone’s daughter,
Where’s all the laughter?
Someone’s sister,
Do you know her mister? Continue reading> |
Poets in Dialogue: Adage Adagio* Parts I & II by David Nettleingham and Christopher Hobday I Drowned
idols are the seeds of a new
beginning, a barren
plea to the fertile dead, a way of
understanding the
movement of rivers. Continue reading> |
Two Poems By Mark Ley Dear Diary Dear diary, Do you think it might possibly Be time, at last, To stop thinking And start living? Continue reading> |
Three Poems
By Yolanda Lindsay Mabuto A Note
The past sings in my present misery and I awaken to a
silhouette of your absence
I keep hearing the echoes of your breathless goodbye.
Words unsaid yet those words tame my intuition-and arise as
my conscience,
Whispers of an embrace that held tight to this heartbreak,
that brought warmth to my every cold desire. Continue reading> |
Four Poems
By DJ McVey
Cuprinol Days
Creosote cuprinol vapours
cling to the barbecued air
hundred lawnmowers sing in unison
a thousand strimmers harmonise
as hoses wash the sound with a
bubbled cacophony of
Summer Sunday afternoon cleanliness. Continue reading> |
Three Poems
By Michael Brooks
Hope Is the Rope You Hang Yourself With
So I amble up Deansgate past
Alfresco dining on rain-stained Manchester paving stones
Get lost in the Northern Quarter same as ever
In music shops peruse Gibsons and Fenders that
I will never ever own. Continue reading> |
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