The Lonely Road
The Lonely Road THELONELYROAD There is only one undiscovered roadleft for me to travel. It will be a tiresome and arduous passage, with many obstacles and bridges to cross along the way. I am not looking forward to the journey…
A Matter of Scale
A Matter of Scale A Matterof Scale Pat Barnett Our mission was to observe, but a catastrophe so unbelievable took place that those who survived are flawed beyond my power to repair. Below I will outline what happened. Meanwhile, I…
The Barber Shop
The Barber Shop THEBARBERSHOP Just a quiet time — that’s what I keep telling myself. Looking out onto the high street, I’m struck by how many hairless scalps there are. Why? Why do they do it? Or the other extreme…
You
YOU. – PJ YOU. YOU: make me forget the things I don’t want to remember YOU: take me to Spring when it feels like December The smile on my face, is put there by your grace When you take hold…
Blue Suede Shoes
Blue Suede Shoes – Pat Barnett Blue Suede Shoes Pat Barnett Hannah carried a tray of glasses from the bar and gave Dan a wink. “Jan tells me she’s just sold the last four tickets for Saturday night.” “Every table…
100 (poem)
Untitled Poem – PJ Susurrus There’re a hundred roads that I could have travelled, and they all would have led me to you. Some things are categorically certain, some things undeniably true. I could have turned a thousand corners and…
We Never Saw The Dangers
We Never Saw the Dangers – Lillian Bradbury We Never Saw The Dangers we never saw the dangers at the local corner shop Sherbet lemons, treacle toffee and scrumptious lollipops. Barley sugars, tangy chews, liquorice fantastic – Now pearly whites…
Tempest
Tempest – PJ Tempest It is a lonely wind that drives through my life. The storm has long since abated, but the gusts remain. They swirl and gyrate around me, enveloping my world. No one sees, or feels this wind…
The Perfect Storm
The Perfect Storm – PJ The Perfect Storm The perfect girl, just right for me Became my perfect wife Together we created For us. The perfect life When we were together We were the perfect storm If anyone got in…
Now
Now. – A Poem Now. A vast and expansive lake of emptiness. The host of thoughts — arriving with bluster, departing busily, like a fading ambulance… Now. Without beginning. Participates not in your delusion of time. Like water. Now. The…