Dot Cobley

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Fernery

 

Scales of glass,

a crest of frilled iron,

his baby

tucked deep in shrubbery

 

could stagger up

on stiff metal limbs

as pier

crystal palace

railway station,

steam  oil  sweat

on its green breath,

mouth a cave.

 

Pure folly,

this sunken factory

of spores

and fronds.

She has to keep the statues

scrubbed,

her and her bad legs.

 

 

 

 

Dot Cobley has been published in numerous anthologies and magazines, including Smiths Knoll. Rialto and The SHOp.  Having collaborated with artists on various projects, she has decided to try combining her own artwork and poetry…

 

Note: The poem The Fernery was first published in Seam.

 

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Daniel Lehan

 

 Three Book Cut Up (2)

Daniel Lehan: Former paperboy, choirboy, shop assistant, ice cream seller, chip shop manager, petrol pump attendant, pub caterer, post office worker, theatre usher, cleaner, leaflet distributor, front of house manager, t-shirt designer, screen printer, children’s book author and illustrator, gardener, teacher.   http://eachdayadrawing.blogspot.ca/

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Word & Image by Michael Bartholomew-Biggs and David Walsh

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A sleep-trapped world could twist itself

to other worlds we’d never want to meet;
to worlds we’d run from if we met them;

worlds in which we’d look at water
fretted into gooseflesh by fine rain
and ask what caused and prowls
that smooth patch tight as skin on blistered burns;

worlds in which we’d learn what ate
the hearts of fallen trees and rolled them
to the water’s edge as floating husks
where brown foam slumped in feeble swell
like something furred and dead.

 

 

 

Michael Bartholomew-Biggs is poetry editor of the on-line magazine London Grip .  He has published three chapbooks and the full collections, the most recent being ‘Fred & Blossom’ (Shoestring Press, 2013). See also mikeb-b.blogspot.co.uk

David Walsh‘s painting addresses a number of things (whether intentionally or not he is never sure): these are identity, belief & redemption. As an expat Australian, his colours and themes represent where he comes from which is still as important to him now as it was when he lived there.

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Dee Rivaz

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Woman Cursing the Moon

(After Miroslav Holub: Man Cursing the Sea)

 

Someone

just climbed to the top of the hill

and started cursing the moon:

 

stupid moon, stupid fat-faced moon,

fatuous copy of a pregnant belly;

beachcomber mauling the tideline;

creeping ghost of a snail

obscuring the stars with its slimy trail;

anorexic cheese,

starving itself almost to death;

 satellitic sychophant,

trying so hard to be pale and interesting;

trailing around after the sun, sucking in its stomach;

fiddling with the sea, interrogating caves

month after month;

insomniac, playing with itself;

 

moon, you barren dusty rock of a womb -

 

So for a while she cursed the moon,

which stroked her head

like an anxious mother.

 

 

Then she came down and threw

nettles, oat straw,  skullcap, hips

into the moony pond.

 

There you are, moon, she said

and went on her way.

 

 

Dee Rivaz is a Community Artist in North Wales working from the premise that ‘there is nothing new under the sun’. She uses wild, found and recycled materials to create narratives and poetry in mixed media.

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Kevin Reid

Photo By Peadar O’Donoghue

 

 

 

 

 

A Birthday Treat and a Last Bastion of Love

 

I do believe you shouldn’t throw stones.

And I don’t see the point in killing birds.

If anything I’ve tried to save them.

 

At the City Gallery our eyes lit up.

It was our last chance to see

a Francis Bacon exhibition.

 

At The Brazen Head we listened to

a Guinnessed man tell tall tales of

The Easter Rising.

 

We took-off at sunset. It was dark when we landed.

With few words spoken – I realised

the bird I had killed was out of the picture.

 

 

 

Kevin Reid lives in Scotland. His poetry can be found in various online and printed zines. He is the creator of >erasure  , a recent collaboration with George Szirtes, Jo Bell, Dave Kirkwood and Bobby Parker. His blog can be viewed here 

 

 

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On the fifth day of Christmas….Veronica Von Pegg and Andrew McDonnell

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Veronica Von Pegg is a mixed media artist, a photographer and writer, who expresses a past life through images and words. She collects second hand items, and is a firm believer in reincarnation.

 

 

 

Charlie Brown is Sad

 

Charlie Brown needs a slap to bring him to his senses

dragging his baseball mitt through the snow

like a reanimated, headless rabbit on an A road

I can’t be doing with your black cloud Charlie Brown

 

It’s all me, me, me with you, you, you

little sad American boy with Christmas in blue

Walking across my television like a headache

Your pumpkin shaped head haunting all my bulbuls.

 

I have tinsel and paper chains to hang in the hall

I have a child in thrall to Argos tat

I have a fuck-off turkey to baste and bake

elderly to ferry, carpets to shake and vac

 

This is no such thing as good grief, Charlie Brown,

But a fuckety-fuck you! should bring you round.

 

 

 

 

 

Andrew McDonnell has published various poems in various places and is a director of Gatehouse Press and steering editor of Lighthouse Literary Journal. He is working in his first collection

 

 

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Rob Stuart

 

 

 

 

A Heap of Broken Images

After T.S. Eliot and Robert Smithson

 

 

 

 

 

Rob Stuart is a media studies lecturer, filmmaker and light verse enthusiast living in Surrey. In addition to Ink, Sweat and Tears he has contributed poems to Light (USA), Lighten Up Online, Magma, New Statesman, The Oldie, The Spectator and Snakeskin

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