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NEW TECHNOLOGIES Sometimes things move so fast they seem to have arrived before they were launched. My father, loathing early computers, preferred counting in his head. His head was crowded with numbers. He had worn them in terrible times and rarely lost count.

Published: October 12, 2025 22:17

NEW TECHNOLOGIES Sometimes things move so fast they seem to have arrived before they were launched. My father, loathing early computers, preferred counting in his head. His head was crowded with numbers. He had worn them in terrible times and rarely…

FOR LK In this translation you will look in vain for a full-stop, Stops are there, but hard to find. Keep searching. Oh look, there is one! He must have taken breath. Time can stand still for the blink of a whale's eye. Then the whale goes down, spouting as it dives.

Published: October 9, 2025 21:50

FOR LK In this translation you will look in vain for a full-stop, Stops are there, but hard to find. Keep searching. Oh look, there is one! He must have taken breath. Time can stand still for the blink of a whale's eye. Then the whale goes down, …

VETERAN Coming up this Sunday! Join the "veteran sonneteer". The veteran performs well over the first eight lines but tends to tire in the next six and by the time he reaches the final couplet he is dead on his iambic feet.

Published: October 1, 2025 10:33

VETERAN Coming up this Sunday! Join the "veteran sonneteer". The veteran performs well over the first eight lines but tends to tire in the next six and by the time he reaches the final couplet he is dead on his iambic feet.

AUTUMNAL Now the rains have come and days cool and shorten, time curls around itself like a soaked cat. But now and then the sun will out to ease the path down. Autumn is our time. All that late fruit - pears, apples - and dead leaves piling in rust-red gutters.

Published: September 16, 2025 21:48

AUTUMNAL Now the rains have come and days cool and shorten, time curls around itself like a soaked cat. But now and then the sun will out to ease the path down. Autumn is our time. All that late fruit - pears, apples - and dead leaves piling in…

RT by @george_szirtes: At some point, y’all have gotta ask why we have had every cultural war revving up in this country; race, religion, and gender, but we never talk about the class war. Those conversations get shut down quickly. Those conversations are never prime time debates in mainstream media.

Published: September 15, 2025 15:27

At some point, y’all have gotta ask why we have had every cultural war revving up in this country; race, religion, and gender, but we never talk about the class war. Those conversations get shut down quickly. Those conversations are never prime time…

RT by @george_szirtes: From me to the government of New Zealand - bring back art history. Please retweet if you agree. Especially if you’re in New Zealand!

Published: September 15, 2025 14:10

From me to the government of New Zealand - bring back art history. Please retweet if you agree. Especially if you’re in New Zealand!

RT by @george_szirtes: Glad to have a couple of poems in this new mag with the likes of Carole Bromley, George Szirtes, Marjorie Lotfi, Sean OBrien and Victoria Chang among many more.

Published: August 28, 2025 14:39

Glad to have a couple of poems in this new mag with the likes of Carole Bromley, George Szirtes, Marjorie Lotfi, Sean OBrien and Victoria Chang among many more.

The long days shrinking into autumn. Leaves yellow and curl, their hands dry and papery. Who writes on such paper? What do they want to say? Silence eludes them. Tongues of rain will soak them to a fine pulp, chattering winds will talk late into night.

Published: August 27, 2025 23:16

The long days shrinking into autumn. Leaves yellow and curl, their hands dry and papery. Who writes on such paper? What do they want to say? Silence eludes them. Tongues of rain will soak them to a fine pulp, chattering winds will talk late into night.

Here dying flowers are gathered and put into elegant vases where their elegance becomes poetry. The lives of flowers is short but singing is long. It is their drooping that holds the longest note. Air sighs in them like love.

Published: August 3, 2025 22:29

Here dying flowers are gathered and put into elegant vases where their elegance becomes poetry. The lives of flowers is short but singing is long. It is their drooping that holds the longest note. Air sighs in them like love.

How quickly the doors of the past close behind you. Are they firmly shut? Do you have a key to come and go with? Is there no way to slip through the window? You can see the shadows of furniture and figures moving like ghosts to the door.

Published: July 31, 2025 22:26

How quickly the doors of the past close behind you. Are they firmly shut? Do you have a key to come and go with? Is there no way to slip through the window? You can see the shadows of furniture and figures moving like ghosts to the door.

RT by @george_szirtes: An #Otwituary for musical satirist of the 50s-60s #TomLehrer There’s comedy and parody and levity and melody, Alacrity, sagacity and mockery and repartee, There’s plenty of absurdists and they come at ten-a-penny. There may be one as sharp as him but I can’t think of any.

Published: July 27, 2025 20:06

An #Otwituary for musical satirist of the 50s-60s #TomLehrer There’s comedy and parody and levity and melody, Alacrity, sagacity and mockery and repartee, There’s plenty of absurdists and they come at ten-a-penny. There may be one as sharp as him but I…

The skylights were closed against the downpour that drenched the garden. Branches dripped into more rain, drains tumbled with bright water. And it was welcome but for the sheer noise of it. Where would time go next? What might drown out there among the dark trees?

Published: July 18, 2025 22:37

The skylights were closed against the downpour that drenched the garden. Branches dripped into more rain, drains tumbled with bright water. And it was welcome but for the sheer noise of it. Where would time go next? What might drown out there among the…