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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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Joe Blades

 

 

[storm clouds moving in]

storm clouds moving in
we hike cornwall coast path
to land’s end
owned by a lord-of-the-realm
we would have to pay
for the privilege
of standing on the west
most piece of britain
& it’s not that important
so we trudge
wind battered potato fields
back to st. just
get a carry-out of hicks
as it’s afternoon closing
& find a bench out of the wind
hoping the rain holds off

 

4 scenes

this is andrew plastered
against the outside wall
of a north gwynned inn
greeting us with sun
steak & kidney pie
& pints of real ale
after 3 hours walking
the wild welsh moor

this is andrew threatened
by giant carnivorous rhubarb
as coolly he sips tea
& eats shortbreads
in a porth nanven
couple’s tea garden

this is andrew frenching
local wine from the bottle
outside a bibliothèque
in toulouse, as it dribbles
down his chin & drips
staining his white shirt

these are my feet
on a train seat left vacant
for an andrew that never shows

 

venezia

gondoliers do not sing

a boat passes mine
from the opposite direction
men without hats
performing “the safety dance”
on a passenger’s ghetto blaster

the gentle slap
of corrosive salt water
& the quiet crumble of stone
weakening every building
on this adriatic mud flat
inaudible

on a side canal
the gondola’s song of repair:
the rumble of grinders
the thud of wooden mallets
the clean white curls
from planing new planks
the whir of sanders
& the protective slap of paint

we follow a boat
with hired accordion
& violin

after my ride
i walk narrow streets
& stand on high arched bridges
watching delivery boats
unload each restaurant
or shop’s food
beer, vino, bottled water
& essential supplies

a gondola passes below
tourist singing monty python’s
“sit on my face”
flinging his arms wide

the gondolier poles fast
a shade careless
but still does not sing

 

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