| |  "Marine Mentality" by Jan Sand
A shark is a fish who could find you delishAfter a gulp at a squidFor this carnivoreHas a mind at its coreComprised in toto of id. | |
| |  "fallen faces" by Bohdan Yuri
fallen faces lined on cruel sidewalksbodies sprawled against the walls.one disappears, another takes its place,forgotten under dirt, in man’s lost space.fallen faces can’t fi | |
| |  "The 'F' Word" by Jan Sand
Societies have their ups and downs,Their ins and outs, their entanglements.Like flocks of birds, they can panic,Have their senses warped by sentimentsNot well thought out, or by tradition. | |
| |  "The Castaway" by Jan Sand
This island is small now, and diminishing.When I first arrived, it seemed so vast.No hint then of decrease, of vanishing.But that was long ago, in the past.The sea is black. A reservoir | |
| |  "Credit" by Jan Sand
There is a persistent tendency In humanity | |
| |  "gate gate" by Linda Lane
the storythe carp had a long standing agreement with a turtlethe turtle who holds the world on his backsaid, one day after a successful game of chancecraps, maybe, or p | |
| |  "Charles Darwin and a pool party" by Alexander Mikhaylov
He was a nice guyFunny and loud especiallyAfter a few drinks and a couple of joints He often repeated just how much He loved EcuadorAnd Latin American music‘Man! There is not | |
| |  "I wish" by Bohdan Yuri
you are black I am whiteI wish you could be morelike meyou are white I am blackI wish you could be morelike meI am white you are blackI wish I could be more | |
| |  "Ragged Magic" by Jan Sand
Tall and thin.Tall and thin with a grin.An ironic smile, with guileTo permit an opening. Friendly enoughSo that approach might coachIn anticipation a reciprocal Appreciation. | |
| |  "how high" by Bohdan Yuri
how high is itto the sky above,reasonasks me why.I tell itto remain belowthat blue puffof moving smoke.insteadit keeps meawed,about the st | |
| |  "Hurray For Evolution" by Jan Sand
My great grand daddy was a dinosaurMy brother was a monkey.I came from what had come before.I think one was a donkey.A relative of long agoI'm sure once was a frog.With certain | |
| |  "Adventure in Time" by Christopher Wilkinson
Wind on spiral refractionBlowing vision to the skyShe dances in all majestyI look up at the cloudsThe drapings of her skirt Where high above she sings out to all spaceAnd the wind | |
| |  "sadness" by Bohdan Yuri
sadness does come bylike seasons on the fly:the joyful birth of hope,nurtured buds fully grown, sharp cuts into your soul,that leave your heart cold.sadness does come b | |
| |  "Something exotic" by Alexander Mikhaylov
We flew to Madrid from Stockholm in an early morningIn Stockholm, it was cold but in Madrid it got betterWading through Spanish crowd, killing a few hoursBefore our next flight to Guayaquil, Ecuador | |
| |  "Anatomic Bombs" by Jan Sand
If I stroke a girl's behindThere's nothing new to findAs the effort gives responses uniform.I am fairly well acquaintedThat the form, as often painted,Has nothing much to vary fr | |
| |  "no matter where I go" by Bohdan Yuri
no matter where I goI will never fall downand not get up again,until the day I die,no matter where I go,I will try again,and again,even after I die,I hopeI | |
| |  "Jonah" by Jan Sand
Having survived past the teeth And tumbled, confused, in panicDown the slimy throat beneath,I now reside in this organicHeaving place of strange smellsDivorced from stormy seas(No | |
| |  "Strip poker" by Alexander Mikhaylov
I was fifteen years old at that timeStudying at trade school, skipping it often whenTwo of my buddies came over to my placeIt was a quiet afternoon, one of those I normally choose to stay at home | |
| |  "Economize!" by Alexander Mikhaylov
It’s the end of August and we are Low on moneyLike the last summerAnd the summer before that It never ends…It’s always like thisIt will be always like thisN | |
| |  Mr & Mrs Blake by The Finn-Brit Players
Hot on the heels of The Mourning Primrose (thanks to everyone who came to see it!) is our next show, Mr & Mrs Blake, which is written and directed by Joe White. It's on at FINNBRIT, Freda 20 | |
| |  "Poets at Heroes Acre" by Emmanuel Sigauke
Exhume poets and bury themat the Heroes Acre.Give them space, respect their shivering bonesRebury them there, those who spoke never to quitthe teeth of whose bonesstill gnash not b | |
| |  "Only the Landscape Knows" by Emmanuel Sigauke
Let me whisper to the bush, guardian of my homelet me proclaim the message of arrivalin this time of warlet me not leave any stone unturnedlet me whisper to the bushlet me say: | |
| |  "The most beautiful parts of me" by Thanos Kalamidas
Click the cover to download Thanos' PDF poem (free of charge). | |
| |  "on the opal road" by Bohdan Yuri
on the opal road to nowhere, before the waters of Eden gave birth to formality and mistaken identities, mystifying our memory with the method of the veil, lent on hand to cover, | |
| |  "The War & the Village" by Emmanuel Sigauke
The old women of my village plundered by war -McMillan’s Wind raging and howling, a new era groaned to it's dawn.I saw the old men of Mazvihwa thrashed to near-deathby war-drunk youths and the comr | |
| |  "this bottle of mine" by Bohdan Yuri
off the street that’s set too far,there’s a dark lit alley barthat hasn’t got a name.its a seedy back room dreamwhere needy lovers survive the carousel of pain. | |
| |  "the softest petal" by Bohdan Yuri
the softest petal of a roseis the one that molds its own virgin soul,that’s closestto its heart,the warmth of birth,is just a memory,as it unfolds.an | |
| |  "The Wanderer" by Tina Ehrami
I wander this world sans abriWalk endless hours sans chaussuresAnd even though sans argentI feel quite sans çaA wanderer's life might seem sans butBut a wanderer knows bet | |
| |  "towel my heart" by Bohdan Yuri
towel my heart, it’s drenched with tears. today a child died. it came so near to fill the spaces but lost its trace to the human race. towel my heart it’s d | |
| |  "Ticklish Chance" by John Pederson
Bouncing down the stairs she hit her headI thought it was funny but nothing was saidMy friend and I thought that she was fineI felt in my heart that she would be mineBut I played i | |
| |  "Shortest shorts" by John Pederson
CHS cross-country wears the shortest of shorts,To run fast and look sexy while out on the course.Shards of blue and gold but mostly naked skin,for we know what really matters lies deep within. | |
| |  "Thought" by Emma Farley
‘I am finished’ he saysAs he pins me down.Words on a page,Waiting to be read,This means life, release,From the pages in which I am bound.Before this confinementI | |
| |  On 'Promises!' by F. A. Hutchison
'The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have PROMISES to keep, and miles to go before I sleep!' Henry David ThoreauAnd what are the 'promises' Thoreau is talking about? The 'promises' to himself to | |
| |  Evolution by Jan Sand
The dream of universeIs filled with shoals of starsThat caressWith fingers of gravityLight years long.In qualities more compact,Strands of thought pull softlyThrough the drea | |
| |  A small breakfast by Jan Sand
I would haveA small breakfastOf your future hopes.Let me eat your babiesShaken from their stalks,Ground fine to make my morning toast.You others,Having raised you as my child | |
| |  Old Boxes by Jan Sand
My old Christmases are packed awayIn the dusty corrugated boxes of my memory.Their glossy paints of red and green are chipped and cracked.A bent and twisted tinsel star that once shoneFrom the | |
| |  Religion by Jan Sand
I made my god of fudge,Stuck two almonds in for eyesAnd peppermint squares for teethWith cherry gumdrops underneath -A stick of licorice, nose to size.I made this god my judge. | |
| |  "Summer Sun" by Nic Mepham
the sun an infrequent friend popping in now and again while welcome stays on often far too long yet we miss him dearly the instant he is gone the moon | |
| |  "The Company Thinking Cap" by Nic Mepham
I wake each morning | |
| |  "Smurfs and sidewalk chalk" by John Pederson
Grass stains and soccer cleats Kickball, hotbox, night games fill summer weeks | |
| |  "Sexuality Duality" by Nic Mepham
The chicken and the egg The meeting of minds | |
| |  "Know" by F. A. Hutchison
No violence, No peace! | |
| |  "Life" by Theo Versten
sitting on my desk chair pants off cock still | |
| |  "Angels & Fools" by Nic Mepham
Where are you going? The voice asked wearily | |
| |  Coming events by Jan Sand
Following the big bang, All sorts of things, C | |
| |  Terminator by Jan Sand
Sunlight steaming off The furnace of the Sun | |
| |  War by Jan Sand
A cheese roll and a coffee cup To accompany the morning chatter of the radio | |
| |  Pottery by Jan Sand
To make a pot, One must coerce, | |
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