A SMALL POEM FROM BETWEEN ABU DHABI AND LONDON

Below our drained Etihad cabin,

beyond Kuwait City's 

effulgent midnight tapestries,

oil flames scattered 

across the wide essential dark

like dying embers

in a slow combustion box.

LJ, June 17 2013. 

And there's a love poem - At The Imaging Centre - coming out soon too. Watch this space. LJ 

I've got a pithy poem out now in the anthology 'For Rhino in a Shrinking World'. My thanks to ed. Harry Owen in South Africa. This beaut book is available from The Poets Printery online. Buy a copy. It's all about saving rhinos. LJ

Good evening all,



I expect this notice will come as a surprise to some, and as something well overdue for others.



Catherine Tunke has been removed from the site.



Some weeks ago, following several keenly felt complaints about her behaviour, I issued Catherine with a warning. Prior to that I'd been periodically monitoring her activity in the site since December.



My observation is that Catherine has made a point of goading and trolling some members…

Thylacine time.

 In the landscape of language on a warm summer’s day, a stream of consciousness flows through the fields of emotion the warm sun penetrates. There is much life here ducks and wallabies sport on the edge of what is and what maybe yesterday or sometime. 

Among the rushes standing tall in the still air a platypus basks. The creature exists for a million years without raising a question of identity, language, or invention with the one exception: a hungry thylacine…

The soft clatter of feathers being preened is

slick smooth almost sensual yet                                                                                                             distant                          …

Rifts of purple yellow white

drench the landscape with rivulets

of lightning patterns setting ablaze

the dusty olive and spinnerfex grass.

 Petaled church bells glut…