it is a dead nativitythat the burned, blind berries stand serried on the trees,and the scuttered, flittering fields in the rafters of the grail,and the angelus that floats in a spineless, furling sea,with the nailed crests of children raining on … Continue reading
As you grow older, you feelthe rain before the first dropplops upon your skyward facebecause aches in wrists & kneesare the raging storm clouds unseen. O, how it was to be young& without a care or worry,running through the rainbecause … Continue reading
The Voyage What’s there to transmit? I was dropped off by ship by St Branden exploring islands in the sea of fire. His curragh was smoking. The leather boat hides stretched over the frame of the boat smoked in the … Continue reading
The nature of poetry has evolved since the innovation of free verse and now should allow vast latitude of expression. Too many self-appointed guardians of the realm of poetry presume to righteously define the boundaries valid for exploration, arbitrarily excluding … Continue reading
Can you tell us about your collection, Grenade Genie? Grenade Genie, published by Fly on the Wall Press, is very much a book for people who want to read poetry that engages with, and says something about, the world in … Continue reading
The last year has been tough for many people. Whilst I have struggled to write, I have been able to take advantage of a lot of online readings and performances. Has the pandemic changed your creativity or the way you … Continue reading
As a teen, I wore a T-shirt quoting Chief Seattle. ‘The Earth isour mother,’ it said. ‘Man did not weave the web of life; he ismerely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does tohimself.’ Looking … Continue reading
Photo credit: Claire Faulkner Breath ‘All-round inner and outer good health Rate higher Ann than bad wealth Feeling fine in fresh air I feel rapture Science now onto carbon capture Though storage or dispersal problematic’. ‘Grandad, Mother Nature’s got her … Continue reading
‘You disappeared in the autumn of 1982, when the leaves switched their wardrobe from green to burnished brown, and our mother made great pots of jam from the fruit we picked in the garden. I was twelve, with clumsy clothes … Continue reading
Dr. Susie Gharib is a graduate of the University of Strathclyde.Her poetry and fiction have appeared in The Curlew, A New Ulster,Straylight Magazine, Down in the Dirt, The Ink Pantry, thePennsylvania Literary Journal, Mad Swirl, Leaves of Ink, the AvalonLiterary … Continue reading