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Duane Locke
Eddie Awusi
Silvia Scheibli
Amit Parmessur
Lyn Lifshin
Juan Hongi
Shutta Crum
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Fahredin Shehu
Lana Bella
Laszlo Slomovits
Abdulrahman M Abu- yaman
Elisavietta Ritchie
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Keith Moul
Aneek Chatterjee
Tom Evans
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Paul B. Roth
Alex Ferde
Alan Britt
Ali Znaidi
Running Cub
John Grey
Jennifer Burd
Fred Wolven
Helen Gyigya
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Francis Ferde
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A SUNDAY MORNING, OYSTERMOUTH
Swansea Bay and the town ahead of us,
the road back to Mumbles Pier behind.
The first café has lifted its shutters
but the waitress is no hi-guy lady.
Her smile icicles a stalactite’s track
from our orders to menu to pad.
Beyond the street lies fable’s aura,
up the bay, where once were our university,
the bookshops, pubs, bespectacled girls
(and many pretty-sexy ones),
as there were literature and rhetoric,
promises made to an uncertain future
and the dances at the end of the pier.
A boy and girl biker, back from the pier maybe,
scratch match, his fag flares, he gobs well.
An early chapelgoer totes her hymnbook past.
But nothing disconnects.
In the tilt of the girl biker’s head
I see the pretty-sexy girls at the pier dances,
renewal and a first time round.
Robert Nisbet, Haverfordwest, Wales.