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Index: Poetry & Fiction

11 the Honey Bee

‘WHEN A BEE comes to your house, let her have beer: you may wish to repay the compliment one day.’ (Congolese proverb) Outer workers shiver their wings to heat the ball; inner and outer swap in shifts. The queen winters in the middle. Between combs is a patented bee space, just letting two bees pass […]

9 The Market

‘THE SKEW IS NOW THE CENTRAL cognitive aspect of option trading. The first thing you want to know when you walk into a pit is, What’s the skew?’ His backpack frontwards, holding his nose, he tiptoes around large puddles – till the next tsunami sluices the floor. Live turtles, pickled ginseng, a cage of frogs, […]

10 The Ghost

‘A GHOST WHO imitates the owl’s hoot has misunderstood the moonlight. The canny ghost gets hold of a sheet.’ On our side, seekers of asylum may find themselves in a cell of longing; on theirs, there’s an occasional mix-up over papers, or emotions may serve as a one-way shuttle, earthwards. Some punishment may also be […]

8 The Priest

‘A COLD STORE WITHIN THE FURNACE of the flesh; in the Arctic wastes of loss, a hearth, with a kitchen chair beside it.’ The priesthood is a reserve force, in training for the great resuscitation. Experts in living, they breathe in controversies, breathe out judgements, poring over the law of the world – its terse […]

7 The Window

‘WINDOW TABLE COMPETITION IS a major cause of restaurant violence. Secure in our tenure, we gaze into each other’s eyes.’ Check for visual tunnels birds may imagine they can fly through. Keep your windows slightly dirty to emasculate reflections. After a burglary, angle a new window downwards – check first that your warranty won’t be […]

5 The Teapot

‘A SECOND BREW needs a helping hand, so shift your arse and serve me, Jeeves! Lift that lid and stir those leaves.’ Drinking tea directly from the spout, as the Chinese did in antiquity, is the brazen self-reliance of addiction. Teapots were smaller then, scaled for the individual. His brew crock stolen, perhaps by a […]

4 The Princess

‘THAT WAS NO LIPSTICK: it was a chip she’d dipped in ketchup. A tiara would be the height of vulgarity.’ Imagine if her buckle spelled ‘Peace’ or bore the Toyota glyph unwittingly; or she named her daughter Toya. Not on your royal jelly! The palace is omniscient these days. Even the secret tattoo is chronicled […]

6 The Oak

‘LADY GREGORY’S EARTHLY nightmare: the crash of the acorn, and the roots jostling each other rudely through the cleft.’ An Arthurian oak ship, sailing the seven centuries, is under attack from aliens. The bark emits a gall that traps every familiar monster in a spherical prison – a setback so habitual it alters the course […]

3 The Moth

‘THERE IS NOTHING to be gained, not even justice, by putting on trial the moth that has eaten the tapestry. It warrants the same amnesty as a rust moth.’ Our own lives may seem crepuscular in the wisdom of a warm summer night. Yet the dust on Castaneda’s moth, loose on its powdery wing, is […]

2 The Friend

‘ALPHABETICAL SEATING ARRANGEMENTS at the police academy encourage alphabetical groups of friends, with congestion in address books.’ A mishap in the tanning booth leaves him with an over-tanned front and pale back. It will be slow to fade, though his back can be darkened if he’ll risk the machine again. This duo – left-brain and […]

1 The Mirror

‘LOOK BOTH WAYS before you cross yourself. Gaze first at the hills in the picture and then at the picture made by the hills.’ Eureka! The crackpot scientist brandishes his formula: seven shards of light at right angles to flowing water. Only by running around the back of his mind could he take his panoptic […]

The More Things Change.

Michael Buckingham Gray: ‘Why can’t he just be honest?’

Twelve prose poems.

Monk Gibbon: ‘I know only that I have loved the gorse on the hill, and the small sheltered bay; and the coming of summer, and autumn, and the blue stillness of the sky on starry nights; and quietness, and the conversation of friends, and the soft kisses of children. And for all these let him that gave them bear witness that I was not ungrateful.’

Fetish.

Alan Wall: ‘Oskar Kokoschka commissioned
a life-size doll of Alma Mahler
who’d left him to marry another’

Two poems from ‘Poems without Irony’.

Alex Wong: ‘Like a fanfare of silver harpsichords
The moon was in full cry on the black woods
And rang metallic round our haloed pates.’