Showing posts from August, 2020

Paths by O.T. Park

I like walking worn down tracksWhere the beat of human feetHas steadily marked the time.
Paths where trees eclipse the skyand where dabbled light anointsThe knotted and gnarled ground.
Long lanes scarred by raised rootsWhich form illegible inscriptions;Where vegetation creates a naveand the trail itself an endless aisle.
A placid place that celebratesFeet moving in communion.
O.T. Park lives and works in Guildford. He has had poems published in Eye Flash Poetry, The Dawntreader and The Cannon's Mouth.

Easy peace in uneasy times by Leena Batchelor

Today, I walked. Riverside paths that led through and past my fantasy escape, intoReality, broken exhaust fumes and fractured conversations, whispersOf promises, breaths of sunshine glinting across currents, watery intrusions welcomed within mypeace.Gulls called as a dazzling elegance of swans skimmed to the Cathedral steps, promised food inreturn for the sustenance of watching a beauty still existing. Shedded feathers bobbed along theriver, forming cirrus clouds atop the wavelets. Scentsplayed peek-a-boo, tickling noses and faces with fragrant hints of summer emergingin the musical notes suffusing through the earphones, catching the rhythm of my breath.Smiles were nodded as the shackles withered, the cautious stepping aside with apology,still afraid to taste the freedom on offer. The smorgasbord of fear still laid out on the tablesof a misled populace; we were offered a reassured safety, protection.We received the darkness of uncertainty.Yet I feel that clouds are lifting, peace is c…

for you by Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

dedicated to the Hubble Space Telescopeshot up into the cosmos, eased into an orbit around Earth
you have silently watchedas comets wag their tails of dust and light through solitary jauntsand you have silently watched
as stars violently die, time after time in a luminous burst of colorand you have silently watched
as the far ends of space beam echoes of its creation into your brainand it is through your eyes i first learnedthat the universe is more vastmeaningful and complex
than my existence will ever be 
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz is a Pushcart Prize and Dwarf Stars Award nominee who also works as a professional visual artist. Her poetry has been featured in Modern Haiku, The Heron’s Nest, Bones, NHK World Haiku Masters, The Mainichi, and dozens of other publications. Her first chapbook, says the rose, was published by Yavanika Press in 2019, and her second chapbook,filthwas published by Proleteria in 2020.

First Cut by Joe Williams

Swathed in slate and ivory, newly bound by gold, they drive in the knife as one.
Beneath the blade, the snow white surface cracks, crumbs scatter.
The carved up parts are handed out  to sisters, cousins, college friends, wrapped in paper bandages,  saved for another day.

Joe Williams is a writer and performing poet from Leeds. His latest book is ‘This is Virus’, a sequence of erasure poems made from Boris Johnson’s letter to the UK during the Covid-19 pandemic. His verse novella 'An Otley Run', was shortlisted for Best Novella at the 2019 Saboteur Awards. More information can be found at: