Colin James

Two poems AN ANTI THEIST’S SURRENDER The lines of children were cognizant of an uprising. This was evident in their diffidence to the wind and the way scars healed from the inside despite a continuous onslaught of moral beatings, the noble bullies barely having time to adjust. Fatalistically, the swooning became the resolve. CHOKING ON… Colin James weiterlesen

Philip Loyd

Elephants Never Forget I sneaked another peak at her across the bar, trying my best to not look like I was looking, but it was too late, she had seen me already.  Why was I trying to avoid being seen?  Because I was shy?  Not hardly.  I was lonely, and I didn’t want to look… Philip Loyd weiterlesen

Walter Hoelbling

gone where have conversations gone long time passing where have all our love words gone long time ago where have all our love words gone mobiles took them, every one when will we ever learn I hope they will return wiehere have all the mobiles gone long time passing where have all the notebooks gone… Walter Hoelbling weiterlesen

Raoul Eisele

out, out brief candle! das leben kriecht schwerfällig schritt für schritt für schritt von tag zu tag zur letzten stunde schleicht schattengleich im kerzenschein in rauchschwaden ausgelöschter flammen eines jungen herzens im narrengewand des gestern zur unbarmherzigen ewigkeit des angebrochenen morgen zum morgen zum morgen und wieder morgen einer endlosen wiederholung kriechend zum unbedeutenden idioten… Raoul Eisele weiterlesen

Bill Cotter

Two Poems COMING UPON Incautious, still, and breaking the peace Of the lake, I hear the swan’s unease And sense, in its startled trumpetings, Time is measured in the beating of wings. Across the brown veined beds of reeds Now rippling and dropping their silver beads, There comes the sound of whisperings, “Time is measured… Bill Cotter weiterlesen

blume (michael johann bauer)

im netz vergangenheit wie kau-gum- -mi-t-epi-lepsie alles zieht sich zuckend zum anfang zurueck: schlafzimmer meiner eltern hier grub acht=bein tabu fieb’r’xtrem’taet unb’rech’nbar drang’n nacht=schreie laermend bis ran an mein bett mir war so schweisz=angst bang zerkaut‘ ich ’s gehirn & die anderen tuer’n fuehrt’n kalt=bloesz mich nackt tief’rer & tief’rer tief’rer et cetera in den… blume (michael johann bauer) weiterlesen

Jesse Bant

The Music Man in the Sky There was a flautist jamming in the stars, and I used to sit watching, seated on air. He made me cry one day but I wasn’t really that sad. His tunes were just too good, they had me skating around upside down all over the icy place. Didn’t know… Jesse Bant weiterlesen

Ian C. Smith

Ian C. Smith

Three Poems Artifice He photographs her on the Cobb at Lyme Regis, a shadowy shot to be published in a journal unimagined then like other scenarios destiny stores between expectation and realisation. They had read The French Lieutenant’s Woman. Wave-smash sprays her op-shop cape as if a film is being enacted in a surf-hiss of… Ian C. Smith weiterlesen

Marc Adrian

Hermann Hendrich Zu den literarischen arbeiten von Marc Adrian Wenn wir uns den literarischen arbeiten von Adrian zuwenden, vielleicht ein schmales, aber komplett veröffentlichtes werk mit zwei büchern, einer reihe von kurzen texten, einem theaterstück in kooperation mit anderen [1] und einer bestechenden übersetzung aus dem amerikanischen, sollten wir auch daran denken, wie die offizielle… Marc Adrian weiterlesen