By Anokh Goodman . . . Our footprints decay beneath the weight of the sun, Living in lairs of forgotten dust We cry, we scream, we win but the battle is not won. Dancing alone naked defying orders from the sun; Fire burns our forgotten rust We dance, we love, we win but the battle is not won. […]
By Anokh Goodman . . . *Context Preface* : Momentary oscillations, words within worlds, imprints left; temporarily on the heart… The sanctuary lost within Cavities where flames dwell doused by their shadow Rusty fingerprints varnished by the safe ascent Fractures reality marks cracks in the pavement Concrete connections with light piercing through Small shoots pierce the fabric of […]
By Elaine Grech . . . Butterfly: “I am a butterfly, kneaded with your hands. I fly from one flower to another Spreading colour and joy… I live in the moment taking in the beautiful smells and soothing textures. Don’t try to catch me as freedom is my dance and love is my mission” Me: “I stand still holding […]
By Ruth McMahon . . . My wounded body speaks The wounded words of deep Incandescent murmurations. Asking high and low A persistent question: ‘Where is death?’ My ancient friend Who sits across the fireside from me, Laughing. The face of nature’s wanting Unfolds a mighty turn of irony: ‘It’s life I need’ it pleads ‘Honour me, won’t you?’ […]
By Elaine Grech . . . In my safe place I am surrounded by trees. My bare feet are caressed by the soft foliage. The scents of lavender, roses and oranges transport me to this peaceful, blissful space. I look up and seek the dancing clouds playing with the sky. I lean in, hugging the strong tree… The tree […]
By Andreas Breden . . . I like it written with my own handwriting on the back of my therapy notebook…
Jean Binta Breeze 1956 - 2021
Dub Poet
I want to make words
music
move beyond language
into sound
(From The Garden Path)
