Picaroon Poetry - Issue #10 - September 2017
We have a strange and wonderful line up for Issue #10 - including (but not limited to) smugglers, dinners, literary icons, an octopus, a tapir, pop stars, and the passage of time. Featuring poetry by Stephen Daniels, Stella Bahin, John Grey, Claire Lloyd, Lorraine Carey, Kathleen Latham, Natalie Crick, Leda Muscatello, Billy Malanga, Sarah Shirley, Pat Edwards, Monique Byro, James Croal Jackson, D. Dallas, Neil Fulwood, Howie Good, Michele Stepto, Tristan Moss, Joe Cottonwood, S.E. Acton, Brett Evans, Samuel Kendall, Philip Flynn, Belinda Rimmer, J.A. Sutherland, Kathleen Strafford, Catriona Yule, Patricia Walsh, Nick Romeo, J.P. Bohannon, and Hannah Stone. Enjoy!
We have a strange and wonderful line up for Issue #10 - including (but not limited to) smugglers, dinners, literary icons, an octopus, a tapir, pop stars, and the passage of time.
Featuring poetry by Stephen Daniels, Stella Bahin, John Grey, Claire Lloyd, Lorraine Carey, Kathleen Latham, Natalie Crick, Leda Muscatello, Billy Malanga, Sarah Shirley, Pat Edwards, Monique Byro, James Croal Jackson, D. Dallas, Neil Fulwood, Howie Good, Michele Stepto, Tristan Moss, Joe Cottonwood, S.E. Acton, Brett Evans, Samuel Kendall, Philip Flynn, Belinda Rimmer, J.A. Sutherland, Kathleen Strafford, Catriona Yule, Patricia Walsh, Nick Romeo, J.P. Bohannon, and Hannah Stone.
Enjoy!
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Stella Bahin<br />
Before Embracing Sleep<br />
My mobile phone reads 3:08. I like the shape<br />
this number makes, the hat piratical, the nose<br />
a clown’s, the smile lemniscate. Still. I exit<br />
my house. I have to walk until I feel my muscles<br />
ache, before embracing sleep. A silent<br />
big brown city fox twigs my toddy feet,<br />
crouches in wait at my corner ravenous belly hot<br />
upon the gritty street, doubled at once into a team<br />
by another, standing: 4 no-tech fox eyes fixed on me.<br />
Mutinous. I turn home quick, not as a wildebeest<br />
picked from its herd by lions, filmed by the BBC,<br />
but as 1 license-paying owner of a civilised TV<br />
(making vulpine jaws of my fists with my keys), get<br />
back behind my front door too soon to have ached<br />
my muscles, in time to have ached my meat.
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