Wednesday, 27 August 2025

Pulkita Anand: When there is smoke, there is fire

Fire in the heart, in the field, the ocean, in the belly…
The LA fire, the burnt files of the chemical victims
The burnt papers of the poisoned ponds
The singed documents of the claims
The blazing records
The seared cabinets. The parched folders. The incinerated data. The charred curtains.
But still able to cover the venal hands…
Grace, the big guns are safe, the big boss is safe
Except for some bees, wasps and ants…
The boss is in his House and all is right with the world.


Pulkita Anand is an avid reader of poetry. Author of two children’s e-books, her recent eco-poetry collection is 'we were not born to be erased'. Various publications include:  Tint Journal, Origami Press, New Verse News, Green Verse: An anthology of poems for our planet (Saraband Publication), Ecological Citizen and elsewhere.

Monday, 25 August 2025

Sarah Smith: In Memory

An old clock's minute needle presses on,  
steadfast— tick tick tick. Such permanence  
is a privilege: there is comfort  
in repetition. The blanket stare  
of an ivory wedding dress, draped in lace  
and falsettos, meets the gaze of red eyes:  
           a mockery.  
Its anchorage should have been the committed  
hearts of two. Instead, serving a life sentence  
surrounded by old shoes and empty boxes. Once  
simple fabric, now stitched into a compilation  
of substantial moments, altered to fit  
this very one: realised devotion  
          will never cease. 
Not quite ready to part with the last remnant  
of a true love, now displaced, the costume hangs  
from cheap plastic, waiting.


Sarah Smith is a published poet, writer, artist, and certified creative arts therapist. Smith lives in Cleveland, Ohio, USA with her husband and three cats. Smith manages a creative arts blog titled Chronicles of a Disillusioned Optimist and also has poetry anthologies available for sale on Amazon. sarahelisabethsmith.wordpress.com 

Saturday, 9 August 2025

Dave Wakely: As if...

As if the contours of a tune could outline
the route of a voyage, the skyline of a view,
the way that a drawing maps the dancing
of a pencil across a blank sketchpad.
Each dip and crest, every slow climb or
gleeful descent, and every unexpected turn:
the episodes of even the quietest adventure.

The syncopation of living – breath’s rhythm,
the throat’s libretto, the cadence of the heart’s caprice -
is the ancient jazz, improvised over the pulse
of all the inescapable verities, the shifting pace
of footsteps across pavements or footpaths,
over carpets or lawns, up an aisle or down
a cul de sac. Each day’s makeshift medley
from reveille to finale, from dawn chorus
to lullaby, is merely a wordless song
offered in the hope of an encore.


Dave Wakely’s writing has been shortlisted for the Manchester Fiction, the Cambridge and Bath Short Story awards, and appeared in numerous journals and anthologies. Online Programme Manager for Milton Keynes Literary Festival,  he lives in Buckinghamshire with his husband

Friday, 8 August 2025

Andrew Shields: London

You know he's going to bullshit you
about summer snow that falls
on every park and heath.

The reflections from the glistening towers
clash in the air and on the ground,
too much for even the most hardened

sceptic to ignore. He launches
into a dizzying round of images
and ideas so far beyond anything

you've heard before. Will you
succumb to his persuasive arts?
How fast will you run as you take

the hurdles every 35 meters?
How many will you pretend
neither of you knocked down?

You think you broke the tape,
but he insists he got there
just a stride ahead of you,

and you agree you must have
slipped in the snow you're now
so sure was on the ground today.


Andrew Shields lives in Basel, Switzerland. His collection of poems "Thomas Hardy Listens to Louis Armstrong" was published by Eyewear in 2015. His band Human Shields released the album "Somebody's Hometown" in 2015 and the EP "Défense de jouer" in 2016. Mastodon / Facebook

Thursday, 7 August 2025

John Grey: A Question of Survival

I think I'm cheating or something.
Otherwise, why do the gunmen
mow down the innocent in northern Kenya
and not here.
My life is like answers written
on the back of my hand.
Floods, earthquakes,
riots in the streets - no.
It says right here in my knuckles:
eat tasty dinner, watch TV,
go to bed and sleep deep.

Even when the violence is close,
there's a piece of paper
hidden in my pocket
that I can refer to.
Drug deal gone wrong?
No, it clearly states,
kiss on the cheek,
arm around the shoulder.
Three car pile-up on 295?
The missive declares,
drive on, go to your destination,
you're not involved.

I read the newspaper in the morning:
Kidnappings, muggings,
landslides and always more massacres.
Nothing in those pages indicates
that these or any other
crimes, wars and disasters,
can be avoided.
Not even the obituaries.
But the ones pictured
are always someone else.

If I knew my secret
believe me I'd share it
with all the ones
who don't know their secret.


John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in New World Writing, River And South and The Alembic. Latest books, “Bittersweet”, “Subject Matters” and “Between Two Fires” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Paterson Literary Review, White Wall Review and Flights.