Monthly Archives: February 2012
Intermeal IV
The mother root protects
And makes me feel
Connected,
Even when everything else is
Hectic all around and meaningless
In the shadow of the grey city.
© Paul Hegginson 2012
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A short piece by Paul Hegginson here. Contained within are images of being at one with yourself inside the crushing anonymity of the city (talking about the city, please look at out Publications page for details of our first anthology)
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Submissions still needed for our first anthology
Things are coming along nicely, we have a few really good submissions from writers already, but we are looking for more people to submit their work for the anthology. More info below for people new to us:
We’re looking for writers to submit their best work on the subject of “The City” for an anthology we’ll be putting out on Kindle late Feb/early March. Interpretation of the subject is open, and any style of poetry is welcome. This will be a free download, readily available to anyone on the internet. So, if you want to get your name out there a little bit, we welcome any style, 40 lines maximum, on the subject of “The City”. Let your imagination run wild, and show us what you’ve got.
Send all submissions to dagdapublishing@hotmail.co.uk
And whilst you’re here, we are also looking for any work to feature on this site itself, any style or subject is welcome. Also, why not stay awhile and read what’s already here? We have cookies and milk. You know you want to. You also know you want to hit “subscribe” :p
*** Please note – this anthology is now out, so we are not accepting any more submissions***
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The Blue Marble
a blue dot in the dark .
we are
so far entwined in stars
like dust
guided by the whirling chaos
we are
unpredicted works of art
grounded
the blackness rolls infinate
lit up
flashes already happened
like a disco
on the edge of nothingness
we are
camping on a rock in time
forever
somewhere else we dont know
who knows?
on the blue marble
life goes on
© Jonny Wilson 2012
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A Poem to you
Do you remember
that film you made me sit through?
Well, I found it today
in the back of a cupboard,
in a dusty box.
I’m watching it once again,
with fresh eyes,
I thought you should know.
There was a certain point,
where you laughed,
and I cringed,
which I must admit,
has made me laugh along with you,
finally.
Even though you’re probably watching a different film now.
In someone else’s arms.
Probably with a new cat purring
contentedly, in your lap.
So, I’m watching this old film
again, the one which I hated with
such vitriol, but one which
I admit I now love.
They say it’s better late,
than never,
but I beg to differ with them.
I just thought you’d like to know.
Copyright © Reg Davey, 2011-2012
(Image © Patries71 Used under creative commons license)
