Category: Summer 2011 Poetry
The riddle of a piece of string
by Tom Pickard at one end; sharp, penetrating, a sliver of steel slid between ribs to stake the heart, solid as a hangman’s knot, cruelly
objet trouvé
by Tom Pickard don’t get me wrong, neighbour, I just want your dog to stop shitting on my step. I may be dissing it, it could be your bitch. I’m
High in an Alpine Café
by Tom Pickard A small isolated café with a large empty car park overlooks a range of moorland tops that drop into a lush valley. Sausage rolls,
Homage
by Tom Pickard a stripper strokes the slope of her hip; Hokusai painting mount Fuji.
New Year’s Day 2010
by Tom Pickard the blizzard blown out a snow blower goes below sun white Watch Hill a growking raven groaks, my first – foot flying past
From Fiends Fell Journals
by Tom Pickard 6th November 2003 Worked at home until 2:30 pm; it was a struggle between appetite and attainment. Read a few Border Ballads. As
The Matriarch of Big Green for Gloria Witham
by Kendall Merriam The summers were good pay, weather, catches the two of you worked hard during the winter as school teachers earned more
The Empress of China for Helen Lee – Righter
by Kendall Merriam It’s high tide on an old coast your warriors and court await your orders across the earth knowing you have faced pain
The Classicist for Susan Connelly
by Kendall Merriam She changed my mind on the way home from Shakespeare’s summer place no political stance, no food riot just how much she
One Flew Over the Rainbow’s Nest
by Wayne Atherton Gay culture co – opted the rainbow, adopted Judy Garland, bought up all the tickets to every Cher concert, left us dull