Helen Pletts tastes the salt of another shore

by | Dec 18, 2010 | Prose & Poetry

As you wake on the salt of another shore I stand in the garden with the car fob,Announcing the song of automation;That bird which talks fatigue itself out of the belly of night,Waves the small image of early morning grey into shining. Somewhere golden offers...

Agnes Lehoczky offers us a glimpse of autumn

by | Dec 17, 2010 | Prose & Poetry

The Flight Feathers’ TaleAn autumn trip. Inside the house of numerous gardens. A passage  indoors. Across a hall of mirrors. A walk in is a walk out. A concave one into a convex one. Dependent. On whether you breathe in or breathe out, as if you have not quite...

Richard Ball is looking at the roadside colours

by | Dec 16, 2010 | Prose & Poetry

Roadside colours Pink, purple sunset colours,Now autumnal yellow, brown.Slowly fading:Sun-wrought transmutation. He’d worshipped that star.Bronzed skin andA girl on each armHis laurel wreath. Mimicking Mercury his nemesis:Chariot overturned, smashed,Its...

David Morley on December

by | Dec 15, 2010 | Prose & Poetry

A Boy Casting Snow on Winter BarleyA variation of Paul Celan  The months are hairs combed over each other, or crushed papers in a cellar. December is growing, fur on my lip.  December’s the hair on a monk’s fingers, a book pulled open,a boy throwing...