Ghana and the Lamborghini
On our first Tinder date,
you took a sudden detour
on the long drive to the hills
to show me a Lamborghini you fancied.
It was low-strung, black and predatory,
shiny as a cockroach’s carapace,
sunning itself amongst the Audis and Porsches
in a celebrity-studded car-yard.
by Cary Hamlyn
Bells Beach
silhouetted against the clipped edges of ocean
and beneath a collapsing sun
a lone surfer waits
until a wave throws out its limb
she grips on pressing
against the bladder of the wave
quick-draws across its surface
and in a breath-holding moment
disappears into the swirling surf
—-
by Jules Leigh-Koch
Arpeggios
Shawled under raindrops
I scoop handfuls of loss
from your departure
gazed towards building
intensity, thrummed
by my pale fingers
sorrowful arpeggios
align through broken
house bricks
tenderly touched –
left chipped among
forgotten honeyed tones
—
by Darrell Coggins
Winter’s Hearth
red breasted robin
a winter’s flame
alights the twigs
and warms my heart
amid the gold dusted frame
of an old apple tree
—
by Lisa Crawford
The Affair
Are you sure then,
that next week’s OK,
because last week you thought
next week was today
You said ‘just forget it’
when I mentioned it before
but now you want to re-live it,
so how can I trust you anymore?
—
by Andrew Piper
