A poem from Lenni Sanders

by | Sep 11, 2011 | Prose & Poetry

The Childhood of the Greatest Bartender in the LandYou grew upmagic eyed,crawling between the barstools.The first words you readwere the incantations40 percent proof,sweet and dry, bitter and stout.When you were done playingyou put your toy in the nearest empty pint...

Ruth Stacey is 'On the Cautious Road'

by | Sep 10, 2011 | Prose & Poetry

On the Cautious RoadThe Hitchhiker holds his sign hopefully.It is such a sad little sign; 
Limp and with a spelling mistake.
Yet it is the way I am going.
If this was 1943 I would stop.
If I was a man I would stop.
Why is he standing there, they ask.I answer. My...

Tatjana Debeljacki asks 'Are there?'

by | Sep 9, 2011 | Prose & Poetry

Are ThereSomeone is breaking the branches?! From midnight to the dawn, The forest is trembling inside me. My trees are innocent, Thirsty for milk, Firm hands, and  The scent of effervesce. I'm drinking my mint tea. I'm bringing tranquility without aim,...

Clown Wife by Pippa Little

by | Sep 7, 2011 | Prose & Poetry

Clown WifeSolly, this life will be the death of us.Fat man prat-falling,each laugh hurts like a punchfor my poodle-man in a flimsy ruff.Otto says he no longer finds you funny,walks you like a tiger he has brokenand taken pleasure breaking.I’ll hold your heart up to...