A city that snares slow rhythms (Federico Garcia Lorca)
A river flows through afternoon’s slow heat Lorca’s pace
(together and alone juntos y solo)
babble at café tables rises and drops into shadow by the waterside
sun falls through trees the flicker of fresh leaves in green spring
(solo y juntos alone and together)
wine is red, time is yellow the rhythm of the river is ours for this hour adrift.
Jackie Biggs has had poetry published in many magazines and anthologies, both in print and online. Her first poetry collection, The Spaces in Between, was published in September 2015 by Pinewood Press (Swansea). She is a member of the four-woman poetry performance group, The Rockhoppers. Some of her poetry appears on her blog:http://jackie-news.blogspot.co.ukTwitter: @JackieNews
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Outside, people rustle and mutter an order for biscuits through the mesh and solid silence. Her fingers count
the Corazones de Obispo, stroking their almond-encrusted shells. A hatch revolves. The hearts have gone.
Matthew Stewart works in the Spanish wine trade and lives between West Sussex and Extremadura. His first full collection,The Knives of Villalejo (Eyewear Publishing, 2017), was preceded by two pamphlets with HappenStance Press. He blogs atRogue Strands
there’s a blue hand on the grass like pieces of lion in the jaws of a hungry savannah god
stupid, ruthless, relentless eating slow.
there’s a blue hand on the grass, once
it stalked the moonlight red and bled the night ’til spent it pissed itself into translucent yellow dawns.
there’s a blue hand in the jaws of a hungry god relentless eating slow, once
it roared murderous demarcations in obscure intent and
now nibbled away we watch it disappear
now we watch it fade from the world.
not knowing why something in us grieves its passing.
J.C. Mari is a Floridian who ekes out his living in occupations unrelated to poesy or the arts. He is occasionally published here and there. Like everyone else he does his best to achieve/maintain some degree of functionality.
Let me dig in your jeans pocket for gas money. Close in on me when I run. Unstart the dark trek away from you. Undirty my feet. Be my delete button: I press you, undocument me. Give up for me. Don’t give in to me. Play that song that talks about home. Turn it up so it’s all I hear. Let me dig in your jeans pocket for my hair pin. Pin my hair back. Leave wispy tendrils. Tell me what I want to hear. Then remind me that’s a lie. Truth me. Put your language in my mouth. Tell me hard things. Make me believe them. Do that thing that makes me laugh. Yes, that. And that.
Michelle McMillan-Holifield is assistant editor for Edify Fiction and recently completed a writer’s residency at Wild Acres in North Carolina. Her work has been included in or is forthcoming in Boxcar Poetry Review, Jabberwock Review, Sky Island Journal, Stirring, The Collagist, Toasted Cheese, Whale Road Review and Windhover among others. She hopes you one day find her poetry tacked to a tree somewhere in the Alaskan Wild.
You want to repay the favour in one of the only ways possible and I’m in need of love.
Your fingertips, cold and tentative raise gooseflesh over my chest as you gently rub.
The balm melts to liquid on my skin and you watch, noting my reaction to each touch.
I see your lips steadily twist into a smile when there is no more left to spread.
My flesh is raw as a prime cut seasoned with camphor. Its scent clings to our skin,
ready for the tasting. Later I will smell its earthy tang while you lather it off your hands.
You redo my dress, carefully, carefully, so the oils don’t stain. We resume our roles. No one has seen.
Natalie Scott is a Teesside-based poet and educator with a PhD in Creative Writing. She has collections published by Indigo Dreams, Bradshaw Books and Mudfog, as well as many appearances in literary journals including Ambit, Agenda and Orbis. Her collection Berth – Voices of the Titanic was awarded runner-up for the Cork Literary Review Manuscript Competition, 2011. Her latest project Rare Birds – Voices of Holloway Prison was awarded funding from the Arts Council of England.