ALAN TRIST Leaves rustling, rustling dance in bond with wind a multitude on each tree in step yet separate Leaves falling, falling the whole airspace twirling, twirling thoughts in resonance refuting separation Leaves scurry, scurry back and forth across the…
SILVIA PIO Clouds crowd this instant suspended like a weightless veil wrapping the view while suns flow by in blue cuttings of sky. In the clouds we read stories of an existence floating above ours like a light touch upon…
RICHARD BERENGARTEN For Alastair Reid Finnegan wakes and walks in briny air. Gulls wheel and gannets dive. The cliffs are bare. The coast is clear. And nobody is there. He’d dreamed a corner of his dream again might touch his…
GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT Left in the grey air as unfulfilled desires smoke of cremation * Hankering for dawn but it won’t rise for them corona victims * The blackbirds wonder why the streets are so empty sorrowful their songs * A…
SYLVIE MARIE find me Poetry turns paper back into trees – Marie Lundquist find me i’m standing among the others feet planted in a corner knees together my woody trunk rising through my resin pelvis my backbone a stem for…
JOHN IRVING CLARKE Every hour, as regular as the muezzin calling the faithful, the ferry rumbles in a wide arc across the bay. The engines grumble and the propellers expel a wash which slops loudly against the quayside walls. The…
CARLA BURANELLO SLAPSTICK TWIST My heart is old this evening, an old heart wearing a wig of words, absurd dentures of metaphors, his lips tinged with borrowed blood, he fakes a fervour he doesn’t feel. He twirls, winks, somersaults, showing…
