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Christopher Barnes… Box Kick 23 & 25

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Box Kick 23

…Hooks to berthing crank

And tether frames…

Worker Ant No.18 bumps polyethylene.

…Hooks to berthing crank
Jamthread reH5)t maF!eS

 

 

Box Kick 25

…Junk and repellence kit

With offsetting…

Worker Ant No.20 impales the conveyor belt.

…Junk and repellence bleedhiccup
Hiw” foF4<s TT8\

 

Some bio details: In 1998 I won a Northern Arts writers award. In July 200 I read at Waterstones bookshop to promote the anthology ‘Titles Are Bitches’ Christmas 2001 I debuted at Newcastle’s famous Morden Tower doing a reading of my poems. Each year I read for Proudwords lesbian and gay writing festival and I partook in workshops. 2005 saw the publication of my collection LOVEBITES published by Chanticleer Press, 6/1 Jamaica Mews, Edinburgh.
 
On Saturday 16Th August 2003 I read at the Edinburgh Festival as a Per Verse poet at LGBT Centre, Broughton St.
 
I also have a BBC web-page www.bbc.co.uk/tyne/gay.2004/05/section_28.shtml and http://www.bbc.co.uk/tyne/videonation/stories/gay_history.shtml (if first site does not work click on SECTION 28 on second site.
 
Christmas 2001 The Northern Cultural Skills Partnership sponsored me to be mentored by Andy Croft in conjunction with New Writing North. I   made a radio programme for Web FM community radio about my writing group. October-November 2005, I entered a poem/visual image into the art exhibition The Art Cafe Project, his piece Post-Mark was shown in Betty’s Newcastle. This event was sponsored by Pride On The Tyne. I made a digital film with artists Kate Sweeney and Julie Ballands at a film making workshop called Out Of The Picture which was shown at the festival party for Proudwords, it contains my poem The Old Heave-Ho. I worked on a collaborative art and literature project called How Gay Are Your Genes, facilitated by Lisa Mathews (poet) which exhibited at The Hatton Gallery, Newcastle University, including a film piece by the artist Predrag Pajdic in which I read my poem On Brenkley St. The event was funded by The Policy, Ethics and Life Sciences Research Institute, Bio-science Centre at Newcastle’s Centre for Life. I was involved in the Five Arts Cities poetry postcard event which exhibited at The Seven Stories children’s literature building. In May I had 2006 a solo art/poetry exhibition at The People’s Theatre why not take a look at their website http://ptag.org.uk/whats_on/gallery/recent_exhbitions.htm
 
The South Bank Centre in London recorded my poem “The Holiday I Never Had”, I can be heard reading it on http://www.poetrymagazines.org.uk/magazine/record.asp?id=18456

Copyright © 2016 by Christopher Barnes

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lana Bella… A Face In An Endless Sea

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A Face In An Endless Sea

Into the waking sea of stirring succubi,
I walk through the cobblestone with
measured insolence. It is my life and
yet it is not. It is a known street yet
serpents edge the ground my feet have
not trodden upon. A revised life. While
it is endured on a rewritten script. Like
curious pages from an aged notebook,
flush of spell-casting recipes and archaic
theorems. Drafted in inked calligraphy
from my hand held within someone else’s.
I am thinking I ought to shake away the
cold fingertips that I cannot slake. And
what it would be like to will my private
thoughts, and travel without fragmented
memories. But my verbal bones are deep-
seated and buried, pack together to guard
the centermost. Leaving bare the external
skin. To which I persist on as a compressed
infection, neither growing smaller in mass
nor vanishing into a fictional poem. Yet,
I know not with certainty whether I am
the vast sky or its dispersed molecules.
Or just a face in an endless sea.

 

Lana Bella has a diverse work of poetry and flash fiction published and forthcoming with Anak Sastra, Atlas Poetica, Bareback Magazine, Bewildering Stories, Beyond Imagination, Buck-Off Magazine, Calliope Magazine, Cecile’s Writers’ Magazine, Dead Snakes Poetry, Deltona Howl, Earl of Plaid Lit, Eunoia Review, Eye On Life Magazine, Family Travel Haiku, First Literary Review-East, Five Willows Literary Review, Foliate Oak Literary, Garbanzo Literary Journal, Global Poetry, Ken*Again, Kind Of A Hurricane Press, Literary Orphans, Marco Polo Arts Literary, Mothers Always Write, Nature Writing, New Plains Review, Poetry Pacific, Snapping Twigs, Spank The Carp, The Camel Saloon, The Bangalore Review, The Bleeding Lion, The Commonline Journal, The Criterion Journal, The Higgs Weldon, The Screech Owl, The Voices Project, Thought Notebook Undertow Tanka Review, Wordpool Press, Beyond The Sea Anthology, War Anthology: We Go On, Wilderness House Literary Review, Featured Artist with Quail Bell Magazine. She lives bi-continents, in the US and the coastal town of Nha Trang, Vietnam, where she is a wife of a novelist, and a mom of two frolicsome imps.

Copyright © 2016 by Lana Bella

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lana Bella… A Hair’s Breath

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A Hair’s Breath

My elbow caressed the fine down on your arm
as we stood.
Perching atop the quiet hill.
You didn’t say a word.
And, the silence was its own confession.
Its distance stretched across the clearing
where the evening light sloped
on the jagged rocks below.
The paralysis of a thousand nerves
froze me in stiffness.
I waited.
Hoping to feel the sharp stab of your dagger
to spur wake the cold click of my senses.
I felt you turned then.
More surely than if I’d been watching you.
Just a hair’s breadth towards me.
A deluge of pendulum swings in the concerted air.
And then, very quietly, you breathed me in.
I didn’t move.
I didn’t turn around.
If I had,
perhaps I would have seen the betrayed whisper
that already edged in nostalgia.
But, I was thinking of all the ways
a moment like this could be felt
as it traveled through a dormant sleep.
While the pausing time between breathing
will feed into the machinery of snapshots of
our memory.

 

Lana Bella has a diverse work of poetry and flash fiction published and forthcoming with Anak Sastra, Atlas Poetica, Bareback Magazine, Bewildering Stories, Beyond Imagination, Buck-Off Magazine, Calliope Magazine, Cecile’s Writers’ Magazine, Dead Snakes Poetry, Deltona Howl, Earl of Plaid Lit, Eunoia Review, Eye On Life Magazine, Family Travel Haiku, First Literary Review-East, Five Willows Literary Review, Foliate Oak Literary, Garbanzo Literary Journal, Global Poetry, Ken*Again, Kind Of A Hurricane Press, Literary Orphans, Marco Polo Arts Literary, Mothers Always Write, Nature Writing, New Plains Review, Poetry Pacific, Snapping Twigs, Spank The Carp, The Camel Saloon, The Bangalore Review, The Bleeding Lion, The Commonline Journal, The Criterion Journal, The Higgs Weldon, The Screech Owl, The Voices Project, Thought Notebook Undertow Tanka Review, Wordpool Press, Beyond The Sea Anthology, War Anthology: We Go On, Wilderness House Literary Review, Featured Artist with Quail Bell Magazine. She lives bi-continents, in the US and the coastal town of Nha Trang, Vietnam, where she is a wife of a novelist, and a mom of two frolicsome imps.

Copyright © 2016 by Lana Bella

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pijush Kanti Deb… Turning Over a New Leaf

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Turning Over a New Leaf

The turning over a new leaf

throws down the gauntlet

to the luminous sun-rise,

takes aback at the new leaves-

turning their noses at the nectar

and preferring a glass of hemlock to sink.

The blissful neighbors are prompt

to take down the useful epics by turns

yet reluctant they are

to take a leaf out of another’s book.

Alas! Undead robots they are of dead scientists,

programmed diplomatically

and manipulated commercially from top to bottom.

Paralyzed they are too to own eyes

but ambidextrous to their blockhead ears-

Receiving blindly others’ provocation,

bring about untimely spring in consequence

and shed down before their maturity.

Counseling, good wish and blessing-

the glittering pearls are cats and dogs

in shedding on them

yet putting two and two together

seems to be more difficult today.

Nevertheless, tomorrow is quite hopeful

for a giant and effective push-

delivered by an honest morning

capable of breaking their sombrous slumber,

reshaping them to humans from robots

and rewarding them a reformative zeal

to turn over a new leaf forever.

 

Pijush Kanti Deb is an associate professor in Economics. Has had published over a 120 poems and haiku by Indian and international publishers since June 2013.

Copyright © 2015 by Pijush Kanti Deb

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pratima Annapurna Balabhadrapathruni… Candy is Bad

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Candy is Bad

…., a lollipop is something sweet and sour stuck in a mouth that cannot open out the jaws in an outcry of anguish, or clench teeth in disgust. Candy fills spaces between painful instances and slithers citrusy sugar down the throat. Such cramped quarters. A cobweb glows in the dark and sums up Halloween.

 

Pratima Annapurna Balabhadrapathruni is a writer, poet and artist from Singapore. In the summer 2014, she participated in the Advanced Non-Fiction Seminar conducted by the International Writing Program, Univ. of Iowa. She enjoys interviewing poets and writers from her website is wordsatnine.com

Copyright © 2015 by Pratima Annapurna Balabhadrapathruni