Nick Allen knows you know you want to

by | May 1, 2009 | Prose & Poetry

You Know You Want To Hi Babe, Thirteen’s the name, Number Thirteen, licensed to thrill. That’s right, the bad-boy integer – stick with me Honey and you’ll live life in the fast lane. I know you might think I’m odd, but do you really want to hang around with Even...

Sonia Jarema is just a karaoke queen

by | Apr 30, 2009 | Prose & Poetry

Karaoke Queen Blue streaks in her hairTo match her top.Face no longer dull butsparkling with the joy of singing.Kids queue up tothe lady with beautiful rippled brilliant white hair, who repeats in her soft Geordie voice their choice of songand with gravity takes...

Helen Pletts is riding the Prague Metro

by | Apr 29, 2009 | Prose & Poetry

Prague Metro The single gloveresting abovethe button-click-presspeel-paint-scrapedticket machine, where the coinsare rust-rubbed, roughly,beside the slotto make them easier to digestbefore the ticker-tick paper regurgitation. Heel-click-turns behind me,...

Jim Murdoch's gasping for air

by | Apr 23, 2009 | Prose & Poetry

TRUTH'S LAST GASP  Breathing means nothing.Breathing means everything. Each of these statements is true.Both are always true. Not breathing means somethingbut it can mean something else. Both of these statements may be truebut not at the...

Peter Weber is in an extreme place

by | Apr 22, 2009 | Prose & Poetry

Extreme PlacesSometimes when I'm stuck, I will crave a change in the weather, the more dramatic the better. High winds, torrential downpours, floods, tornadoes … wait, take that back, no tornadoes or flood. More Sunshine, heat wave, humidity and so on. Or a...