Three poems by Clifford Forde
CLIFFORD FORDE The Party They rushed in dripping wet many long years ago, their scarves and coats awry, their faces streaming; the wind shut out beyond the door still roared and set the house...
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WENDY PRATT Half Dreaming When the Storm Breaks Six weeks gone and already I’m letting you channel her ghost through the pores of my bones; allowing the tight-fit of plates and fastenings to...
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Poem by Declan Kolakowski
Declan Kolakowski Suspicious Benches Thirty-four and blister trees – “That’s feet, Mind you.” – Pamper septic cotton concrete Blush below scratch wrapper dishwash leaves When walking Crampton Common;...
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Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé
I Remember Little Portugal After All: A Noh Poem When the sun goes down, the shadow grows long. ~ Yukio Mishima It was a collective voice that we demanded of ourselves. Something resonant, that...
View ArticleSENTINEL LITERARY QUARTERLY SHORT STORY COMPETITION (DECEMBER 2012) – JUDGE’S...
There are many ways of writing a short story, but whatever its form, ideally there should be a journey and a change for your chosen protagonist. Good writing is a given, but I like a story to have...
View ArticleSentinel Literary Quarterly Poetry Competition (December 2012), Judges Report...
Judge’s Report by Noel Williams I thought it was going to be easy. One poem jumped out at me early on, clearly making a claim as a winner. It stayed close to the top of the pile pretty much...
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Moon in the Southern Hemisphere
J. BARRETT WOLFDivination is always, and never, a failure.The arch of ocher sun sinks well beforeTrue evening has offered up its veil.Sorpresas en el mundoEn el oscuridad… Land of Southern Cross y...
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Cortázar y varios modelos para a(r)mar/ Cortázar and various model kits
Claudio Tedesco Checkerboard layout: read here city grid. Final Exam, the city, its streets. Hopscotch, another city, other streets, the metro, galleries and passages. A storyline walking, travelling....
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Álvaro Fierro
Why the Gold Passes Away I don’t recallwhy the gold passes away, in what seesawing of the water it swoons when the translucency pulls it down from its airborne channels and it lapses in a shiver, why...
View ArticleDaniel King
St Teresa of Avila The seven-roomed clear castle My vision’s castle of the soul Appears to be of diamond But I suspect its crystal Is really frozen Holy Water. And I have spent hours contemplating...
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