Summer Again by Alison Prine

Summer Again by Alison Prine

Art: Alison Prine Summer Again when we turn away and busy ourselves we forget the sky when the sky is forgotten, it stretches past the edge when the edge recedes clouds tint to red when clouds tint I feel a nearness, as if we have spoken when we have spoken it seems a...
Muse by Carol Stewart

Muse by Carol Stewart

Art: Keeping Your Cloud Afloat by Frederick Nitsch Muse Forget daffodils – we poets have gardens full of narcissi, one drop of rain or dew and our shallow cups runneth over a mirrored mosaic on our neighbour’s drive.   And what a buzz to find another...
From the teacher by Alex Duensing

From the teacher by Alex Duensing

Art: Abstract by Alex Duensing FROM THE TEACHER Whatever it has been said we’ve been, those words shall be shifted in the hearts of others– as the bread of our days may be only as it’s always been: the nourishment of others; when they recollect us, they but...
Sticky Fingers by Carol Stewart

Sticky Fingers by Carol Stewart

Art: The Red Stair by Linda Chapman   STICKY FINGERSTheirs is a stately home Velvet papered wallpurple cushion plumped Can’t touch this Golden thread Needled too ornate,a flourish above and beyondShakespearean quote If music be the food of love Play...
Another Shade of Gray by Carol Stewart

Another Shade of Gray by Carol Stewart

Art: Portal 26 by Ken Collins ANOTHER SHADE OF GRAY He hoped to hush the shrill, replace the clarion, the cock’s determined call more appealing, bound to raise a laugh, not to mention a couple of ghosts down the pub. Cacophony, Euphony, and he   the moping...
The Crushing of Cotton Butterflies by Carol Stewart

The Crushing of Cotton Butterflies by Carol Stewart

Art: Ekaterina Shamilova (Model: Marie Dashkova) THE CRUSHING OF COTTON BUTTERFLIES The bed smells of potted meat – and us – last night’s bland feast. You’re eyeing the jar even now, scrolling news-feed on your laptop, hard edge digging into my...