FathomOnline

 

 Fathom Vol 1(2)

Cover

 

Inside Cover

 

Poetry

Richard Lemm (2)
Brent Bambury (3)
Vernon Provencal (2)
Larry Gaudet
Paul Smith (2)
Wolf Hochbruck (2)
Margot Griffiths
Paul Tyndall
Greg McSweeney (2)
Greig Dymond
Paul Deagle

Extras

Ads

[PDF]

Brent Bambury

 

 

To Robert Herrick

Listen to me Robert Herrick
You quasi-baroque phoney,
You worm.
How does your garden grow?
Who the hell is Julia?
Level with us
Or we’ll tell the puritans
You were dancing with the peasants
Again.

 

Song

Michael changes keys a lot.
He slams them on another hip.
He stops your voice and bites your lip.
He slips the bolt as voices rip.
Blood dangles down, chords die and drip
As songs slam shut, entombed and locked,
‘Cause Michael changes keys a lot.   

 

Poem

With a back like a broken abacus
And vision that’s matted by rain
My grandfather stoops in some station
And waits at a gate for his train.
My voice vaults through like an echo
But I cannot straighten his stance
As dust and debris roll around him
The ghosts of an afternoon’s dance.

 

last updated August 17, 2007 | © 2007 Fathom Publishing
poetry, prose, and artwork © individual authours | website created by Alana Paul