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OCD BY DAVID PUNTER

I cannot place one foot before the other without counting the intricate pattern of rhythm beaten out on the pavement. I cannot hear words spoken without syllabic accuracy. Is this the birth of language or the death of desire as...

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A QUIET LIFE BY DAVID PUNTER

It was when, in the brightening mornings, awake as a sentinel, he could hear no birdsong and when, in the narrowing evenings, newscasters’ voices rang across hollow distances. The audiologist was grave in pinstripes and goatee,...

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SHORELINE BY DAVID PUNTER

She was the tender and voiceless siren of this appalling navigator (Conrad, ‘Falk’) You could carve a poem from the images on any single page, like the sea slipping and sliding amid a myriad rocks on the shoreline where colours...

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TALK ABOUT THE WILD WEST BY JACK HARVEY

Talk about the wild west, talk about the plains, talk about the bygone Indian days; there never was a time we couldn’t see in our mind’s eye the tribes passing, rambling through that outstretched land, staying and...

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OF LOVE GROWING OLD BY JACK HARVEY

Dearly beloved faraway, faraway, gathered here, there and everywhere or at least somewhere in my heart those days of ours, those nights, rich with delight, promise of more to come. The weather here was fair yestreen, cold and...

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FATE BY JACK HARVEY

Lately I seem to face my fate with a more delicate dome, decry my decay with a tone, a mood less doleful, less hopeful; everything flows, so said Heraclitus, everything flows. So say I, sitting alone by this busy river, fouled...

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A GOOD HEART BY DILANTHA GUNAWARDANA

The movie “Snow Falling on Cedars” Ends with the line, “You have a good heart” Which makes me wonder: How many in society actually have one? We are told far-fetched fairy tales Of an ugly duckling turning...

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ETERNITY ON ICE BY DILANTHA GUNAWARDANA

More horse face, Than the visage of Helen of Troy. More carrot on a stick, Than a teaspoon of sugar. More a race against time, Than a biological clock. More fool’s gold AKA iron pyrite, Than precious 24 carat gold. More...

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LONELINESS BY DILANTHA GUNAWARDANA

My mouth is like a gargoyle On a desiccated sun-parched dessert, Hanging on to hope like the hump Of a dromedary camel, looking upwards To find not even a single raincloud, On an empty sky and all I can do Is perform my rain...

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