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 Fathom 1985

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Poetry

Pam Heaven (4)
Lex Gigeroff (2)
Joe Blades (3)
Andrew Little (2)
Babila Mutia
Lord Byron (3)
Ajay Heble
Margaret Heneghan
Robyn Gladwin (2)
Sean Bedell (2)
Marin Acker
Thorn Wells
Shandi Mitchell
Moritz Gaede
Lesley Wilson
Jane Everitt
C.M.M.
David E. Ayer

Prose

Ajay Heble
Lori MacLean

Commentary

Elizabeth Stephen

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Sean Bedell

 

 

Nightingale

O daughter of Babylon,
Who art to be destroyed,
Happy shall he be...
As thou hast served us.
       -Psalm 137

You smooth the sheets
and fluff the tainted pillow
Time’s corpse lies rotting by your side
I know that love –
       the anguish of it all –
Has torn your virgin skin.

The clear night sees you floating
in the dust of frozen ramparts:
stilling coldness
sealing bonds
from the lonely men who stumble to your nesting place.
(What could change?)
Only eyes that fondle Time’s deliverance
To behold your sacred face.

Jug Jug
The world bestows a sterile marriage
A bread too brittle for mould,
While the tabernacle door remains open
And the nightingale softly crows.

 

Icarus

The Alps generate magic,
Magic and myth
Timeo Donaos dona et ferentes
I fear
Wax pooling beneath my candle

Rising slowly
I pour water over my head
this air congests my lungs –
I should not be in Switzerland

The Alphen horn blows loud and long

The villagers call me
No tent shall be pitched
The villagers call me

 

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