Poetry by E. Antony Gray: “The Death Song of Brother Jonathan”
Perish, shining republic — taller than the sky; You are a white-washed tomb, In you dead men lie; You had ate the world from your seven-hilled home; You have eaten … Continue reading
Poetry by Luke Torrisi: “Circle of Enrichment: The Refugee and The German Woman”
Refuge Sneaker Lost Station Bowed Dread Stalking Fright Park Falling Sleazing Yelp Dying Steeple Fumble Tree Pain Abused Blame Why Near Daunting Refuge Seeker Tossed Nation Crowd Head Walking Night … Continue reading
Poetry by Luke Torrisi: “What Would Enoch Say”
I see the Tiber foaming, or is that the Thames I spy? It’s hard for me to tell these days – it’s all red to my eye. That wisp of … Continue reading
Poetry by Luke Torrisi: “The Queen’s Lament”
Boudicca looks down at her feet Weeps for her sons and daughters She did not suffer her defeat To stand idle by such slaughters In bronze cast solid, firm and … Continue reading
Poetry by Luke Torrisi: “Stuck in a Rutte”
He shrinks yet he wins, He hails himself hero I’d give him a fiddle, And watch him play Nero A small patch of land, Much reclaimed from the sea Blessed … Continue reading
Poetry by Luke Torrisi: “Lost in the Wilder-ness”
From a window I can choose a whore Schnapps until I hit the floor Indulge myself with magic herb Nude on T.V. does not disturb What I do mustn’t matter … Continue reading
Poetry by Mark Richardson: “In the Cool of the Night”
In the cool of the night underneath the lamplight in a little wilderness of stray grassland beside the railway line I sense what is left behind The mood of this … Continue reading
Poetry by Luke Torrisi: “How to Save Boiling Frogs”
I find that every now and then I am refresh’d by Marine Le Pen Once or twice, she cuts it fine Too much “1789″ But if I tire of such … Continue reading
Poetry by Mark Richardson: “I Remember”
I remember when I saw what my fathers saw. These unmade roads paddocks eaten bare the box trees rising, triumphantly, from nowhere. I remember when I breathed the air of … Continue reading
Poetry by Luke Torrisi: “Who Are You Mr. Powell?”
Enoch who? Enoch Powell? Why do you howl? Why do you scowl? I see the flood Smell Virgil’s blood Thames dry mud Execration! Ululation! Ha! My salvation! – Luke Torrisi … Continue reading
Poetry by Mark Richardson: “Dear Sisters”
I know that you can wear a smiling face, that is no true measure of your inner grace. Men meeting men take care not to provoke, And keep their peace, … Continue reading
Poetry by Luke Torrisi: “Rust Belt Lament”
Yes we can, yes we can We can what – I hear no plan? I am but a simple man I might feel pain But I don’t complain I just … Continue reading
Poetry by Mark Richardson: “Evening Trees”
Evening trees, arching to the setting sky pulsing upward, palms raised high leaves shimmering in metallic glare one last shout, one trumpet blare sounding out toward the light then falling … Continue reading
Poetry by Derek Turner: “Cold Constitutional”
On the ice-edge of the hill Gazing down grateful from verge of valley, Coming in across country, a splinter of winter – My feet hold fields. And today, I saw … Continue reading
Poetry by Derek Turner: “Mediterranean Refugee Crisis”
On watch – In a long slow timeless wash Reflux of freighted waters Slim frigates ride – Grey grace the warping waves bestride And fall and rise again like Greeks … Continue reading
Poetry by E. Antony Gray: “Forward the Foundation”
Tongue-in-cheek, the writers speak of what thing might befall them A serious joke, the tone is weak As if it might forestall them; Such is the joke itself, you see … Continue reading
Poetry by E. Antony Gray: “Ode to a Burning Car”
A chariot without a charioteer ¶A car without a driver Of this contest we must fear ¶And who then is survivor –? Anarchy and a thought police ¶Is what this … Continue reading
Poetry by Luke Torrisi: “A Meditation in the Park”
Azure worlds joined on a string Maranatha Maranatha Maranatha Orbs of devotion spin through my fingers Show me your criss-crossed white scars Mine cannot be seen Black sun of onyx … Continue reading
Poetry by E. Antony Gray: “Ode to Social Media”
The sound of a clamor came calling I heard it a distance away Wondered what folly befalling Of perhaps what row or which fray; To a window which open would … Continue reading
Poetry by Emile N. Joseph: “Poetic Speech”
Sometimes when you start to speak idiomatically, You’ll start to be poetic automatically. This is because idioms are mostly metaphorical, And contain, to your surprise, some elements rhetorical. For example, … Continue reading
Poetry by E. Antony Gray: “The Rose of Time”
Everything in time prolongs It must heed its inward law To such all that is belongs And in this it has no flaw; Dark rose whose crimson face Of unspoken … Continue reading
Poem: “No More Brothers’ Wars”
There is an old expression that ‘charity begins at home’ But so does fighting with your siblings… “Oi! Leave him alone.” Mum’s the great peacekeeper And calls us all indoors … Continue reading
Divided by a Common Language
The following article is a fictionalized account of an American teacher of English at a French university, as he attempts to justify his dialect before a class of hostile anti-American students. The … Continue reading
“The Follies of Being Left Wing”
(A parody of My Favourite Things from The Sound of Music) Turning each argument into a battle Using the logic and reasoning of cattle Injecting each word with a communist … Continue reading
Poem: “Western Morality”
I see some women dressed in veils go by, And next to them, some women barely dressed. I contemplate this contrast, and ask why, Our western girls are eager to … Continue reading
Poem: “Out of His Depth”
By the side of a pool, I can see a young child, By the look on his face, he appears rather riled. For his father and brother have told him … Continue reading
Poem: “Accents”
In this world, there are various accents around, And each speaker emits a particular sound. Did you know that your accent reveals who you are? If you’re conscious of that, … Continue reading
Poem: “Modern Life or Modern Death?”
They stare at Windows all the livelong day, Yet breathe in no fresh air. Despite new means of contact now in play, Communication’s rare. They trap their fragile hearts inside … Continue reading
Poem: “The English Tongue Today”
Once upon a time the English tongue, Used to be like rhythmic music sung. What has happened to this speech today? Tortured it has been in every way. Many ulcers … Continue reading
Pied Noir
¶ When Venner shot himself Jean and I went to see Papa because we knew he’d be a wreck. When we made it to the house Annette, our stepmother, shook her … Continue reading
Joe Papilio (Part III)
This is the last of a three part narrative by Emile Joseph, who describes it as a story which “contains principles in today’s gratuitous age, where instant self-gratification, inane social isolation through ‘social’ media, and the … Continue reading
Joe Papilio (Part II)
This is the second of a three part narrative by Emile Joseph, who describes it as a story which “contains principles in today’s gratuitous age, where instant self-gratification, inane social isolation through ‘social’ media, and the … Continue reading
Joe Papilio (Part I)
This is the first of a three part narrative by Emile Joseph, who describes it as a story which “contains principles in today’s gratuitous age, where instant self-gratification, inane social isolation through ‘social’ media, and the … Continue reading
