Tectonic plates beyond smashing was our anthem.
picnic blanket
moth banquet
Helen Buckingham
Author: jshb32
MULBERRY MAN
Lying discarded beneath some urban undergrowth, near a mulberry tree, a man is discovered bisecting a dream or an insect — it’s not clear which because the evidence suggests he may have hijacked his own unconscious mind.
rolling stone gathering no moss garden
Tim Murphy
Clarity
The easel is a cello, why can this simple fact not be made clearer? And also, why is there ambiguity and doubt about the nature of spatulas? It’s still possible to come across people who deny that spatulas are used by painters in the same way and for the same reason that murderers sometimes use knives.
train journey
Sisyphus
on speed
Tim Murphy
Hopefulness
A page is a map for when you are lost, which is always. Pre-existing maps can be of enormous assistance, but the ones you draw yourself are invariably of superior quality. The art of re-drawing either a pre-existing map or one of your own maps should be undertaken, if at all possible, using green ink.
cloudless
not running
on empty
Tim Murphy
N.T.
the tide is ebbing. time for the old sailor to express the transience and emptiness of it all in a single breath. a final, salty breath.
ocean wind –
the wings of an albatross
become a flute
Stephen Toft
Angelfest
stock up now with a small long sleeved white nightie a coil of wire and a liberal amount of tinsel
darkening sky
the way a feather sinks
touches the earth unseen
Diana Webb
Art School
The monk makes it all look plausible. His beatific smile is in itself an aspiration.
butterflies between the brows stillness darts
The mind makes notes of all the things that need letting go.
After five days, realisation dawns. Clinging looks appealing. Nirvana is best in small doses.
And anyway, from what he says, we all probably have a zillion lives before we can levitate.
morphine shots
halos behind
every tree
Shobhana Kumar
TWINKLE TWINKLE TIPPING POINT
New Year’s Eve. Scanning the ether for something beyond
another decade’s weight in fireworks.
telescope poised
lest Betelgeuse croak
700 years before us
Helen Buckingham
Come Back Alice
Ginkgo trees Pic courtesy: Costfoto / Barcroft Media / Getty
Elucidating
Last night, you dreamt that seven of your ten well-tended fingernails had fallen out. Completely. Painlessly, for you no longer have the capacity to experience your own hurt. The soft tissues shiny without protection, yet soon to dry with exposure to air. Come morning, after checking your hands in the sunlight pouring through the slats of the bedroom blinds, you claw the tattered Dream Bible from the shelf, flipping through the pages until you come upon the appropriate entry. And swear you will never let this happen again.
parlor game
a four-letter word
for goodbye
Kelly Sauvage Angel
the other bunny 