Today’s choice
Previous poems
John Grey
Your Town
stuck between
no place
and nowhere
it’s more
of a gathering
than a town
and if there’s
beer aplenty
so much the better –
back-slapping
piss-taking
bonhomie by the breath-full –
all are good
anything is possible
everybody’s stuck here –
and then
the laughter wears thin
the beer goes warm –
and you realize
there is no more
this is it –
the whole circus
the whole
excuse for a miracle –
men with busted heads
women with weary eyes
kids with blank expressions –
something better
never comes
just sleep –
the long rollcall
of night to which
nobody answers
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Shift, River And South and Flights. Latest books, Bittersweet, Subject Matters and Between Two Fires are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Levitate, Writer’s Block and Trampoline.
Sarah Crowe
they gave me the cold
cap to stop my chemo
hair falling out
Daniel Dean
A beastly man swallowing leeks. His throat
Is dirt, and yet his ghost could sit with Raphael
Lesley Burt
a conch found in hot white sand
on the shoreline at Sanur Beach
a Fibonacci whorl
among morning offerings
Annie Acre
i am sun-shot / green-beamed / stem-steep /
hands cupfuls of heartlines / conjuring water
Jennifer Cole
take your wedding ring
or it might get “disappeared”
Eithne Longstaff
On the road to Belfast today, I failed
to recognise my father. I saw a flamingo
by the Tamnnamore turn off, but paid
little regard as it took off…
Mark O’Connor
At half a tonne in weight
It was like the anchor –
Michael Mintrom
They lie deep in a forest, wounds
unseen, unhealed. Further back,
an escarpment with dark scars.
Thea Smiley
There’s a hiss as he eases himself in
to the green pool, steam in his smoky hair.