Garden by Mrs. Mkwekwe Mbogo - a semi-sudo....regardez line 6

Took his bag on shoulder, wrench
up possessions fetched from behind the bench,
pence-worth, there since the fighting.
And that season went and
abandoned me for sand,
grand sights of Vietnam.
The rain sounded like crisps.

Daw by Mrs. Mkwekwe Mbogo

Seeing the split fence snapped up
left of where that leather bird got catched up,
shut in a box firm-lidded,
our vicar startled by
'orrible wing and grey-
orange wood would not pray.
Denmark is sometimes dry.

Infrastructure by Mark Ham

Just bring yourself please Janet
It's no sweat it's not another planet
Travel by public transport
Under that big hot sun
Unzipped a cardigan
Uptown then down again
Spam folders fill too fast.

jon metz trapped by his boiler for three days by Ian McMichael

vacuum pipe dropped, his arm trapped
she was in north carolina, life sapped
happened to grasp a knife, cut
and hit nerves soon enough
a silent room, cut through
an arm, hanging, enough.
creases in a plaid shirt.

the new castle at night during a storm by Ian McMichael

the art of cleanliness, wax
seals, flowers and lutes, harsh window tax
excerpt: stones fill the gaps now
even at night the wind,
elegant breeze, finds odd
escarpements, silent end
listen, they won't get through.

traffic by Ian McMichael

I stayed in all day, drank tea
drank milk, drank juice, renewed a warranty
began to note shapes, shadows
each caught in their passing
etched against curtains, drag
each wide, gathered they sag
brown sky in brown water.

disporting men by Ian McMichael

crude jug with wide eyed men
beside its spout, a sea creature and then
rendered bending, lost face
as some stare at gables
and others at chimneys
all water soon stagnates
abhor these received alms.