Poetry & prose by Alex Hickman
A night burst of inter-galactic loving has rinded the garden white our lawn a west country landing for moon beams, spent kisses iron in our lawn. Through my study window I watch my boys’ garden play, their joy pricked by the morning’s cold blade, what better way than football to crack open this day? They […]
Read More…When one is pushed off a high building, bound to a plastic chair is there any sense of relief – that one is freed from the barbarism, I mean? Does a crazy stillness prevail, am I feeling out for God’s hands, stretching hoping fantastically for lift? Whispering someone’s name. Does the smash hurt? I imagine it like […]
Read More…(1) The billionaire is too weak to lead the United States of America Trump’s show-stealing offensiveness and derision of his opponents may still be enough to win him the Republican nomination (against weak opposition) but his lack of substance would be exposed in a run-off against Hillary Clinton. Hillary is the much tougher and more resilient character. […]
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I By the elder clump its sharp claws waving but so brittle, long grass has strangled a magnolia whose waxy flowers, curled tan and dead lie by peeps of nightshade and budlea husks, their lights gone out for winter. Everything in this corner awry and sickly and in my human way, I must raze it. […]
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