The bird who sits in the cage of my heart
Won’t stop singing his off-key off-kilter
Out-of-it songs
And the dog who is tethered to a leash in my head
Won’t stop barking at the bird that sits
In the cage of my heart.
Category: Poetry
North was Zero by Amber Kennedy
Time ploughs through,
straight as a waterfall
gravity condemned.
Space splays out,
tumbles toys in tsunamis,
chokes where sun meets sand.
Kathy’s Dream by Mark Vanner
I spent weeks visiting a therapist;Trying to process what was happening to me –what was happening to Kathy –It all seemed so impossible.Take your time, the Therapist said, as I stared at the giant,smudge-like painting on […]
On The Day Of The Dead by John Grey
It’s August 31st, the day of the dead.Wilma’s lying in her coffin,hands flat under breastsand wrapped in rosary beads.Husband Amos hangs about near dark, deep curtains.With any luck, they’ll swallow him.Divorced daughter pales her face […]
Island People by Irene Cunningham
Sit outside cafes
let conversations drip,
settle on skin,
seep up nostrils,
become voices
chattering small storms in heads…
threads of thoughts
captured,
managed into
Man/Woman-Fridays.
Visitation by Bex Hainsworth
Durham, 16th August, 2020
We arrive in late summer.
This small city, once ours, appears
like the scene of a battle, long over.
The students have gone home,
the streets are empty, the gardens overgrown.
Down by the river, the trees reach
a little closer. They remember.
Three Ghosts by Renwick Berchild
When grandma died they took her eyes, they pulled her eyes out for science.
Right out of her damn head. I wonder, if they popped or plopped or squelched or squeaked. But, in that moment, I know
three ghosts came to be.
Another Sunday Morning by John Tustin
Eschewing breakfast, I hadJust a cup of coffee and a newspaper.I got in the car then and droveThe fifteen miles from my houseTo where my ex-wife keeps my children.When I got thereI rang the doorbell.No […]
Glitch in the Matrix @ Greenwood Cemetery by Ale de Luis
the wings of a plane overhead
intersect perfectly with the back
of an eagle perched
on a gravestone.
Idle Ink 