The sun reaches through clouds scattered across the vast Southern African sky, as though announcing the arrival of angels, nourishing my starving, sleeping soul. strands of white heat touch cold orange sand and a lizard pauses to absorb the dying day. The Continue reading “Home”
The Zombie
by Chris Hall (with apologies to Edgar Allan Poe)
Once upon a midnight dire I sat beside the soothing fire,
Supping on a meaty stew the cook prepared the day before.
Around the house my family slept whilst through my thoughts a silence crept,
As I admired the firelight dancing o’er the polished hardwood floor.
I paid fifty dollars for my newly polished hardwood floor,
This it cost and nothing more. Continue reading “The Zombie”
Homeless and Hopeless
It’s so quiet and peaceful to sleep under the stars,
on a warm summer’s night you can sleep feeling easy.
Until at three in the morning, just before light,
the birds in their roosts, awake and take flight. Continue reading “Homeless and Hopeless”
Flame
by Bilal Saloo
Inhaling the scent of melted wax, of candles,
lit and burned down to their plate,
forever present, an aroma lingers in moving air, Continue reading “Flame”
Time Waits For No Woman
On Monday I got ready for the bus.
As I set off, I found a little stone
In my right shoe. I took it out.
That made me late.
I missed the bus. Continue reading “Time Waits For No Woman”
A Story In A Poem – The Sun Does Not Shine For Me
by Sophie Patel
Oh how your face became a blur
The more and more distant you were.
Oh how I tried so hard
To remember, your face, your smile, your laugh.
Oh how I sat in the corner of my room and cried
no sound just tears
So no one can hear. Continue reading “A Story In A Poem – The Sun Does Not Shine For Me”
Old Love
Threads of shared sepia memories
bind us together.
We share painful moments
in our arthritic haze. Continue reading “Old Love”
Soon
By Cei Ranches
I tried to conquer the world
Even with such a frail sword
Lost in most of the battles
And shed a bucket full of tears Continue reading “Soon”
Secretary for the Soul
COPY, PASTE
A new child is born.
DELETE
A life is ended. Continue reading “Secretary for the Soul”
Washday Blues
My washing machine broke down. It wouldn’t spin.
It just went round with all my washing in.
It jumped about the floor on rubber feet,
My laminated floor, all new, all neat.