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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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…

The caniculae are ending. No more dog days, no more breathlessness. I remember how she struggled, how air bore down on her and stifled her. Hot winds carry her into deep silence. We open windows, close curtains, hoping to survive.

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Published: July 13, 2025 22:52

The caniculae are ending. No more dog days, no more breathlessness. I remember how she struggled, how air bore down on her and stifled her. Hot winds carry her into deep silence. We open windows, close curtains, hoping to survive.

There is nothing here but thick summer air. The streets are deserted. Cars do not cruise. The day swells into midnight. The moon waits for clouds to clear. Where is time hiding? Where is the usual routine? The barbarians have been delayed. We wait.

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Published: July 3, 2025 22:54

There is nothing here but thick summer air. The streets are deserted. Cars do not cruise. The day swells into midnight. The moon waits for clouds to clear. Where is time hiding? Where is the usual routine? The barbarians have been delayed. We wait.

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Published: June 28, 2025 17:28

IN HUNGARY, IN ENGLAND A 25 minute film about me on being both and winning the King's Gold Medal in Poetry. Filmed in England and in Hungary. Sound in English, subtitles in Hungarian. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fbNzXOe_Er8

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Published: June 23, 2025 09:43

IN HUNGARY, IN ENGLAND A 25 minute film about me on being both and winning the King's Gold Medal in Poetry. Filmed in England and in Hungary. Sound in English, subtitles in Hungarian. youtube.com/watch?v=fbNzXOe_…

Now that summer falls from the sky in a hot slab settling on parched grass we should sculpt the weight into a monument, raise it on a column and plant it by trees so that their heavy leaves might drift like a shower when autumn arrives.

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Published: June 20, 2025 23:07

Now that summer falls from the sky in a hot slab settling on parched grass we should sculpt the weight into a monument, raise it on a column and plant it by trees so that their heavy leaves might drift like a shower when autumn arrives.