by The Repeat Beat Poet | Jun 22, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
How Way Leads On To Way Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. (Robert Frost – The Road Not Taken) Knowing how way leads on to way, lane to avenue, boreen to boulevard, It is unlikely I will get to go...
by The Repeat Beat Poet | Jun 21, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Elegy for The Tumbledown Dick It burnt down twenty years ago. Landlord’s stealing ran it down. New management couldn’t fix a sticky-carpet sea of broken glass each night. Nor dare to clean the toilets. Dealers’ trade kept high in cisterns. Punters...
by The Repeat Beat Poet | Jun 20, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
The Village after Ryan Calais Cameron A child not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth, skank around flickering amber hues that singe eyelashes of a soul cracked and popped, barely a speck of him to sign-point that he was...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 17, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Automat Chicken sandwich widow in a cave Edward Hopper edible so lonely it wants to bite off a piece of itself and eat it. * Nothing More To Say The stout aunt says, His coffin is small. He was small. Heaping upon him her scoop of dirt. ...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 16, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
The Road Our father taught us kindness, bringing home speechless men to sit watchfully at the table, their wild hair and swollen fingers mysterious on the white damask, staring as our father gestured with the family silver, leaning in towards the...
by The Repeat Beat Poet | Jun 15, 2022 | Poetry, Word & Image
Chernobyl : past, present and future tense It all feels sepia; liquidator-faces filling the coach windows dust in the air, that grainy hue that will etch into their bones, scrape its mark on their lungs, turn their complexions a...
