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132 Hinckley Road,
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From Issue 018

One Way Street - Jenna Plewes

Leaving the lights and the laughter,
out on the balcony
I soak up silence
like a thirsty sponge,
remembering you so often
slipping away unnoticed
to wrap yourself in starry darkness.

Wide moors awash with racing shadows,
rough seas and tearing winds,
morning mist and meadow larks
conjure your friendly ghost.

Snug inside your shadow
sharing your joys,
I walk a one way street.

Notwithstanding the Multiplication of Skyscrapers -
Neil Leadbeater

Notwithstanding the multiplication of
skyscrapers,
numerous sculptures, bas reliefs,
the street appeal of buildings;
earthquakes happen.
So don’t snap your eyes shut to the roar of
demolition,
the sound of the chainsaw, the dollar
and the rocker
or be like a man who sees in a dream
the fall of glass façades,
who feels the earth beneath his feet
change position like a giant in sleep,
a slight shift of tectonic plates
that raddles and rumbles the rootstock;
the tree-fall of offices, apartments, shops;
and is powerless to stop it,
who cannot watch it,
but lopes away like a pained man,
clawing at splinters, tendrils, dust;
half his world collapsed.

A View Of A Garden - Paula Boer (an excerpt)

I can hear the river murmuring in the bottom of the valley, tumbling over rocks in a ravine screened by wooded hills. I think of the journey ahead for those captured raindrops, travelling through fern-filled gullies even more ancient than the lizards, across sandy-bottomed creeks and through stony crevices, gliding around reeds, capturing flotsam along the way to finally be spewed out of the river's mouth.

When we first visited our property, the former owner showed us a tumbling creek through a fairyland grotto. “You'll never see this dry up”, he said with conviction. For the next five years we never saw it run again...

can you imagine? - Jim Bennett

can you imagine writing something
that would change the world
that would cause someone to leave a gang
or put down a knife or gun
that would cause someone to stop
dead in their tracks
while they thought about the words
you had put before them
can you imagine? can you?
thought not

Prey - Niall McGrath

Moulting brings aggravation:
it rubs antlers on a jagged stump,
the pierced 'y' of its head blurring
as bone rasps against timber.
 
Spirit Warrior creeps,
bow in hand, knees caked in earth,
ribcage barely filling as he watches
his prey startle, take flight through bush.
 
The elk clambers to the cover of trees.
Pauses, turns, nose aloft,
is caught unawares by the swift
algiz of the arrow's flight,

dispatched with an artist's love.
Eyes bulge due to the soft thud
as buries its metal snout in clay,
to vibrate, a protective hand.

Rehearsals - Christopher Barnes
 
Eating glucosed words
he begrudged a rehash.
I was his back-scratcher
in faded-rose wrinkles.
He yawned and was ever.
 
He couldn't lay down a tittup
the calling too ravelling.
He horse-laughed unduly
as I gushed.
 
Frothing volatility gives Moet its spice.

This issue also includes:  Roy Titch, David Humfrey, Laurence Tierney, Pauline Brehony, Neil mac Neil and Benjamin Wolfe