One Autumn Evening in Bohinj

Like a salvo of predawn gunfire‘snap, crackle, pop’ – that’s what I think, and‘who could think of cereal at such a time?’Then my mind flips frantically through filesgrubbing to grasp an empirical explanationfor the snap, and the shot, and the rasp:A guerrilla band going gung-ho into battle, firing into empty space?No, can’t be…a fighter jet... Continue Reading →

The souls of all my tribe defend from jealousy

With a kind of dim accuracy, dull estimation of anuncomfortable situation to the victim’s eyes, jealousy is not a green-ey’d monsterbut a super-subtle friend The victim continues with a smileof painted mirth;the mind gives birth to wild imaginingswhich may/may not be trueit hardly matters now:The matrix has you. Crossing canyons subsumed by solitudes, wish for spiritual songs to heal... Continue Reading →

Claife Station #poetry #Earthweal

On Windermere’s far shoreclose to where the Cryer calls at nightyou’ll find a placeinvested with the spirit of a half-remembered history.The walls are crumbling now, andlittle of the roof remains;gone are the stained-glass windowsthrough which visitors would wanderenchanted as the characters of Edgar Allan Poebefore they were concieved:Red into yellow, purple, green and blue;a colour for... Continue Reading →

Forces of Nature – #dVerse quadrille #poetry

Magnetism-electro varietyinducing currentattraction-repulsionprovoking propulsionalong magnetised or was itelectrified track-changes in megrounded likelightning-earthedelectrostatically. Gravity is weaker they sayhowever its long-distancepull is strong enoughto hold us down, orkeep us earth-anchored:perpetuallypolarised: light,essentially. © Experimentsinfiction 2020, All Rights Reserved Written for dVerse Quadrille #114 – Poetical Magnetism where De Jackson is hosting, and has asked us to write a poem... Continue Reading →

Guest Post: Don Matthews Trilogy #3

Today I bring you another three poems from the inimitable Don Matthews of The Flippant, Comic, and Serious. Don hails from Down Under where he writes poetry which is often comedic with serious undertones. His bodyguard Skip (pictured above) takes care of security. I'm Sorry (I am a prolific writer)I'm sorry for explodingExploding on the... Continue Reading →

Traitor #poetry #dVerse

On the fieldin front of Traitor’s Gatethey hacked my head off. They probably stuck it on a poleso the horror of it allwould live on in people’s memory. I couldn’t care less for any of thatanymore: my head’s off, somewhere down therewhile I’m up here, observing...  Shall we say detachedly?Or would that be distasteful?You can’t... Continue Reading →

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