by Gary Smillie
He’s late in,
But no one’s up waiting.
He lives alone now
So being late in
Loses meaning.
by Gary Smillie
He’s late in,
But no one’s up waiting.
He lives alone now
So being late in
Loses meaning.

By Orlando Harrison
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A remake and aural travesty of T.S. Eliot’s famous wartime toothgrinder.
by Dave McGowan
The cosmos
Seen from outside
Unimaginable heat
Unthinkably cold
Everything within expanding
Zoom in
By Dave McGowan
Even though, in reality, you were little more than a fleeting vision
That swept by now and then
Every year or two, Forest Hill, SE23
All I wanted to be was you
With yer sleeveless v-neck
And yer Vespa scooter
Yer can of Long Life
And yer 3-buttoned down Ben Sherman
And yer brogues and yer turn-ups
I would run down the middle of the road after you
When you departed for Dagenham
Oliver X lowers the tone.
Orlando Harrison attempts to consummate a marriage of electronica with the poetic form.