Category: Winter 2011 poems

Biting Concern
by Russell Evatt I had a notion today that it feels terrific to die. Finally, that’s over. From the park bench I heard the refined static of

that is your own
by Gabor G. Gyukics during tail-wind the headwind pushes you back only the motion remains your body is searching for the gap your eyes are

whose face it is
by Gabor G. Gyukics the mirror shows a different picture every day the flame shooting out from the fireplace is counting the new arrivals the

it cares not what you’ll become
by Gabor G. Gyukics a cigarette smoulders with you together the wind comes in to fetch the smoke looks around what else there is to take but

Blue Fruit
by Manoli Kouremetis I take your hand, say “soon” — how many times have I said “soon” trapped in traffic and doctors’ waiting rooms? If only I

Abducted Friends
by Manoli Kouremetis Like a ransomer’s note — my memories of you and I squish against one another. Mismatched letters of sentences ill-fitting —

Terrarium
by Nancy A. Henry Piety, New moon, stingy-petaled single rose, full blown, you’ve gone straight from maid to crone. Let us moisten the moss for

Just As You Are, Without One Plea
by Nancy A. Henry Given my inheritance of glass clowns, I cannot flee this place with impunity. Why should you shiver? Why withdraw your

Marathon — for Beckett
by Gerard Grealish Though you have just run half of what will be before you three weeks from now and you are still, on this long distance

El Niño 1997
by Gerard Grealish “No se puede vivir sin amar, were the words on the house.” — Malcolm Lowry, Under the Volcano Out of the almost