Spring 2008
Dear Rucksack
Written by Helen Burke
I cannot understand why you are so heavy.I cannot understand why you are so leaden.
Today you are shedding baroque tears.
I’ve done everything I can for you.
Sheep
Written by Helen Burke
Sheep are odd.Sheep are desirous to be told things.
They wait open-mouthed for you to speak to them,
then clank away.
Madman
Written by M Fegan
I felt funny so I went running down the street yesterday.I left my bus fare and my scruff hair and went out anyway.
Well I was tripping I was shitting myself on MDMA
And I was screaming cos my dreaming felt so real that day.
Quiet Life
Written by M Fegan
I moved away from weekend linesI relocated to healthier and happy climes
Gave up the queues and eighths and nines
Sat back relaxed and said O Lord bring on the quiet times.
English Rose
Written by M Fegan
Once when I was walking on my own,Bloodshot eyes direct me home,
From behind three guys appeared said
“Gimme your phone!”
One magpie*
Written by Gary Hughes
You feel cursed with the title.I sense your desperation
as you scan over the wires
that connect the telegraph poles
The Predictive Text Function
Written by Gary Hughes
The feature on my phonelearns my language;
my words gestate
in its dictionary.
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