Kevin Kiely

Kevin Kiely

Shall I Compare Thee to a Winter’s Day Thank you, Will Shakespeare shall I compare thee to a winter’s day thou art more cold and icy than the snows rough words come clanging as the pay off, red hot anger in your face shows season’s sun as frozen; that’s your lot – nor...
Doris Corti

Doris Corti

Through the window Early morning, a small glimpse of cobalt blue, light through a veil of mist and glint of pearl on frosty paths. Silver tipped, the larches gleam in this white light. Strong impression of the sky widening; here and there tints of mauve, a flush of...
Robin Lindsay Wilson

Robin Lindsay Wilson

Love and Quantum Theory Nerve end memories of you flicker until the light from so many daybreaks dissolves the searching iris and lens and my flesh edges from its purpose revealing basic bone and mineral. How do we promise everlasting love when only sockets in skulls...
Virginia Betts

Virginia Betts

Two Benches I never imagined this. Outside a blank, white room, with its blank, white walls. Inside, the clock unwinds; seconds drip steadily down the line, waiting for nature to call time. On a cold metallic bench I wait, suspended; Stop-motion faces speed by;...
Joan McGavin

Joan McGavin

The Look I’m thinking of the look a woman gave as the mudslide rushed towards her and she turned her face upwards and threw her baby clear. I’m thinking what the last person who saw her saw in her face. No photo fixes it. No artist had time to paint that look....