INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Amit Parmessur
Steve Barfield
Fahredin Shehu
Karyn M. Bruce
Richard Gartee
Running Cub
Dejoy Robillard
Yuan Hongri
Lasz.o Slomovits
Silvia Scheibli
Stephen Sleboda
Alan Britt
Gale Acuff
Elisavietta Ritchie
Shutta Crum
Patty Dickson Pieczka
Duane Locke
Jennifer Burd
Aneek Chatterjee
Robert Nisbet
Robert Penick
Alex Ferde
Solomon Musa Haruna
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Francis Ferde
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Where It Belongs
You
seem to belong in a small woollen mill,
a seamstress, in a small Welsh town,
I an architect with a small practice,
a collector’s yen giving some excuse
for calling.
Suppose we had met when you were an art student,
on those marches and demos,
King’s Road, the coffee bars
the whole espresso thing, the mini-skirts
and I, so shy, a student at UCL,.
Might we have met, done coffee bars
and maybe cuddled, kissed, passed on ..
only to find our hour was yet to come,
near a small woollen mill, in a small Welsh town.
A Gift of Fortune
We’ll let you have an afternoon, your own,
a café table, pot of tea for two,
gazing across a bay, wintry but bright,
your time together to mull over
your mutual likes: beaches in winter,
people, curiosities, rhymes, jokes,
golden retrievers, waitresses,
each other’s wants, the world’s
sweet joy. The waitress may pause
for just the briefest moment, wonder
‘Are they lovers?’, and the afternoon
will drift onwards very slowly.
Robert Nisbet, Haverfordwest, Wales