your heart had risen when I awoke this morning it hung like a dull leaden weight in the sky, flickering when the clouds lifted it illuminated a schnauzer field and it glowed Image by: Andre Fromont
ECONOMY by Patrick Newson
The night baker bakes The bread. He stirs and kneads The dough Until it is smooth enough To crudely shove Into oven After oven After same same oven. All the same ovens All the same loaves No cakes or pies No icing or fancy frosty letters. Just loaves after loaves For the ducks and the fish. Image by: Jeannie
THICK SPIKE by Patrick Newson
Thick spike thick spire inspired by and large a millennial occurrence thick pin sharp long pin piercing the sky so high inspired by desire. Thick spire: A piercing arrow A landmark A point of interest A point of reference A tourist destination A photo opportunity An opportunity to stand on ovation for the national treasure the national pleasure…
GOOD MORNING, BOHEMIA by Patrick Newson
I woke early and Str e t c h e d. The sun poured through the half-open blinds to Leave an A R P E G G I O Of stripes on my Futon mattress. When I rose, I made breakfast. All organic. All sustainable. Shade grown. Menu: Two eggs, nice and easy. Three strips of bacon, slightly burnt,…
SCARBOROUGH by Kevin Cahill
for Anne Brontë Blown-headed scone at the cliffs, Scarborough yawns. Its sugary cough full of the sea-air, full of the lungs that cannot pull the wishbone from the scamming waves prescribed. Our lungs drag on the town’s toffeed send-off – bonbons, juleps, the junk-food of palsy. Smiles come when they coax our recovery with pellets and good views to instruct a righting, asthenic…