I swim front-crawl through grey matter;I pull up every boot and tin;I question all the nooksAnd cross-reference crannies;I mix the colours of conception,Plaiting the rainbow like the Muse's hair;I push through thick-thatched undergrowth,With discerning...
Thu 02 Oct 2008 by Struan Robertson | Read more »
With wood, your hands are in control,the push and press of the plane,a planned path, strewing shavings, gold ringlets tumbling,the sweep of the saw whistling straightthrough, your hand certain in the grip.Pressing the planed wood to your lips,your fles...
Thu 18 Sep 2008 by Vivien Jones | Read more »
I remember golf carts and squashed icecream sandwichesa dark glittering pool covered with deer footprints.Fishingnet hammocks, boat bathtubs, velvet curtain sunlight-waking to shadowed stairs, maybe a fallshowers outside, dead crabs. I remember muddy ...
Thu 24 Apr 2008 by Lucy Baker | Read more »
i.a pen crept its way into my room one night,and when the moon was mute,it buried itself into my brainand mingled its ink through my nerves,and into my heart and with my eyes it cried sonow, through my skin and deep blue veinsfast runs the pollution of...
Tue 01 Apr 2008 by Dan Mussett | Read more »
Bright beams of light bounce off white wallsIn time with bass and with bodies.Unnatural bleach-blonde, straightened-long hairChanges to garish, supernatural pinkAnd your thinking is slowing with eachCut-price drink. You begin to believeThat you couldn&...
Wed 12 Mar 2008 by Guy Gibbs | Read more »
My grandmother bakedthe way other people self-medicate,love, see therapists, pray.Honest flour was her philosophy;food for thought, dished-out dogmasin pastry and dough.Lemon zest, she'd say, to make it rain; or a cakecooling outside on the sill -(we w...
Thu 14 Feb 2008 by Claire Askew | Read more »
