Unheard of – new poetry by Tim Kucharski

UNHEARD OF Bodies in carsHeadlights and hornsMe firstNot paying attentionTo any other homosapienTrivialIs all contactStaring at the perceptionUnder our gray matterWhat table of contentsWe must attend toMeantimeShrugging allMannered methodsBehold the stampedeWhat...

A pair of 'water' poems by Mark Leech

Of WaterThis distance is all flood. A kiss intendedmight drown a metre short. Let drop a stoneupriver where water eases through the bridge,and no ripple can puzzle through to mein Hammersmith. But we will swim dreams.You'll breathe mists all week to cuddle me....