Robert Lee Haycock paints

Superhero

 

Duane Vorhees writes

THE POET

Come. Find me in some brick and vinyl inn
when your soul is frozen in hard winter,
lost in vast fastnesses of dark hinterland.
I’m the one with dirk and violin.

Look for me when you need swans or lions
to lead you through strange varied habitats of being –
saved relieved smitten bereft –
with pygmy verse uttered by a giant.

Manthena Damodara Chary writes

A FOUNTAIN OF FEELINGS

My passions weave a garland of dreams

My dreams cherish all gleaming streams

Emotions embrace ecstasy in moorings

Dancing glances stance in the mornings

Bliss blossoms into all buoyant beam

With the currents of feelings in bloom

Encharming entwined bodies in gleam

Lofty love hugs its consummate charm

Romance resumes record-setting spree

Hitting a new goal with a glance in glee

Lovely look leads to an existence lively

Fueling fantasy’s fabulous flight  fairly

Lovers can access the edges of eternity

Acquiring a new sense to life in modernity

Sustaining gorgeous grandeur in certainty

Let us go ahead in lives with magnanimity

Spellbound -- Diana Marta

Rupert Loydell writes

CONTEXTUAL STUDIES

It's easier to read about it than to read it for itself: summaries and themes, critics' explanations and responses, what other people think.

It is always the wrong time and I am always obsessing. Away days are days away, but we don't quite know what for. Cakes and coffee, free pens and stationery get in the way of decisions, discussions of the future, or getting to grips with what's next.

It has never been easy, but now it's much harder. There are hours checked, research themes and groups, hoops to jump through and hurdles to jump over; no-one is trusted to account for themselves, only the people in charge. 

 

And so on (1 - 6), and so forth... (1 - 6) -- Dil Hildebrand