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A Corner Turned - poem by John D. Robinson

‘You were collapsed in
the heap of shit that you
are, I found you when I
came home from work
at the bottom of the stairs:
our neighbours had tried
to rouse you and didn’t
know whether to call an
ambulance, you’re
beginning to become a
fucking mess and it’s
hurting me and I can’t
love you, it’s horrid’
she told me across the
cafe table; I was shaky
and couldn’t look at her,
I was self-pity and
pathetic and wondered
why she even bothered;
‘I thought you were dead,
neighbours thought
that too, they were
frightened, I was
fucking frightened’ she
said;
I looked into her eyes and
reached out a hand, she
looked down and then
away, she breathed
deeply and closed her
eyes before taking my
hand;
‘You’re killing the both
of us’ she said,
tightening her grip,
fighting back the tears.



John D Robinson is a UK poet: hundreds of his poems have appeared in the small press and online literary journals: his latest publications are ‘The Pursuit Of Shadows’ (Analog Submission Press (UK)2018) ‘Hitting Home’ (Iron Lung Press (USA)2018), while ‘Echoes Of Diablo’ was published by ‘Concrete Meat press’ (UK) in August 2018.



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Cometh, the Hour, Cometh the Dame - poem by Kevin Higgins

The fucking dame is fucking furious
and not fucking having it
fucking up is fucking down
fucking in is fucking out
fucking master is fucking slave
fucking Palestine is fucking never
fucking Goliath is fucking David
fucking catapult is fucking atom bomb
the fucking wall was fucking built
to keep the fucking Arabs off
the fucking land fucking snatched
fucking fair and fucking square


and if you lot dare
say I stalk about the fucking
House of Commons spitting
words like ‘fucking’ or mention
the fucking bust of fucking Lenin
I fucking bought and fucking placed
in Islington Town fucking Hall when
I was first elected fucking queen
you’ll be hearing from
the fucking lawyer my fucking hubby
gifted me our first night together
sincerely fucking yours, Margaret Hodge



Kevin Higgins’s Song of Songs 2:0 - New and Selected Poems will be published by Salmon Poetry in April. His poems have been quoted in The Daily Telegraph, The Times (UK), The Independent, and The Daily Mirror. The Stinging Fly magazine recently described Kevin as “likely the most read living poet in Ireland.”



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Torture Libido - poem by Harley Claes as Lourdes Vega

With breath hung heavy and love like a shooting gallery, I say, I lost myself in anonymity.
The sweet spot of sickly instinct, impoverished by all lovers’ lament.
All else before stunk of cat piss and dog shit.
Some putrid lovers quarrel without any meaning.
Hate is too simple a word, as I loathed it. Purely fucking misanthropic.
I was never in control of my affairs, they controlled me.
Not anymore, cause I adore this drug-fueled push and pull.
Addicted to your touch of evil, you cradle me so lovingly into a coma.

 

Harley Claes is a poet and novelist from Detroit, Michigan. The first publication by Harley Claes is a Poetry and Short Story anthology titled ‘Pity the Poetics.’ You can find some of her other work in Terse Journal and Anti-Heroin Chic. Her alternate ego, Lourdes Vega, has no birthplace. She was borne of the dirt and grime that is derived from experimenting with a little thing called trauma. They share no similarities. 

Twitter: @sunkissedgodles
Tumblr: @harley-claes
Instagram: @babybodhiisattva
Website: https://www.harleyclaes.com/


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