Glenn Hubbard – 1 poem

The Early Spider Orchid And The Mining Bee

 

“Look. Look here. These are Ophrys sphegodes.

They are waiting for bees, pretending they

are keen to please, sending their chemical

cocktail out on the breeze. It’s an act of

sexual deceit. Brazen. Beyond mere

flirtation. None of your blushing maiden.

The full come-on. Hits the spot. Shall we watch?”

 

 

“Here comes Andrena nigroaenea,

all ardour and impatience. Needing to

mate. Can’t wait. False pheromones have done the

trick. Afraid of rivals he needs to be quick.

He grabs the sought-for prize in brutish haste.

He hasn’t a moment to waste. But it

all goes sour, his would-be mate a flower.

Ecstacy resists. Romeo desists.

He leaves to persist elsewhere. Still on fire.

But apart from the weight of unsated

desire, he carries unregistered freight!

Made to look a fool in a fake tryst, our

male is now an unwitting pollen mule,

outwitted by an orchid. Shall we go?”

 

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Glenn Hubbard lives in Madrid and has been writing poetry since 2012. He has had around 70 poems published in digital and printed magazines. Nevertheless, something prevents him from completely accepting the idea that he is able to write poems that people enjoy. But it seems he can.

Gary Beck – 2 poems

Odds Are

 

Double or nothing
always seems a daring bet.
Unless you have nothing to lose,
and if the value of double
is not life changing
the rush is ephemeral,
the reward minimal,
results concluding
with smug victory,
resentful defeat.

 

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Assault Team

 

Traffic clogs the roads
cars, buses, taxis, trucks,
many driving recklessly,
all emitting toxins
courtesy of
the oil industry
more concerned with profit
than the human condition,
survival of the earth
a matter of indifference,
as long as the wealthy
maintain their comforts.

 

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Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director and worked as an art dealer when he couldn’t earn a living in the theater. He has also been a tennis pro, a ditch digger and a salvage diver. His original plays and translations of Moliere, Aristophanes and Sophocles have been produced Off Broadway. His poetry, fiction and essays have appeared in hundreds of literary magazines and his published books include 26 poetry collections, 10 novels, 3 short story collections, 1 collection of essays and 1 collection of his one-act plays. Published poetry books include:  Dawn in Cities, Assault on Nature, Songs of a Clerk, Civilized Ways, Displays, Perceptions, Fault Lines, Tremors, Perturbations, Rude Awakenings, The Remission of Order, Contusions and Desperate Seeker (Winter Goose Publishing. Forthcoming: Learning Curve and Ignition Point). Blossoms of Decay, Expectations, Blunt Force, Transitions, Mortal Coil and Temporal Dreams (Wordcatcher Publishing, Forthcoming: Redemption Value and Fractional Disorder). Earth Links and Too Harsh For Pastels (Cyberwit Publishing: Forthcoming: Severance). His novels include a series ‘Stand to Arms, Marines’: Call to Valor, Crumbling Ramparts and Raise High the Walls (Gnome on Pig Productions). Acts of Defiance, Flare Up and Still Defiant (Wordcatcher Publishing. Forthcoming: Until the Bell and Pirate Spring). Extreme Change will be published by Winter Goose Publishing. State of Rage Cyberwit Publishing. His short story collections include: A Glimpse of Youth (Sweatshoppe Publications). Now I Accuse and other stories (Winter Goose Publishing) and Dogs Don’t Send Flowers and other stories (Wordcatcher Publishing). The Republic of Dreams and other essays (Gnome on Pig Productions). The Big Match and other one act plays (Wordcatcher Publishing, Forthcoming: Collected Plays of Gary Beck Volume 1 and Four Plays by Moliere – Translated and Directed by Gary Beck)). Plays of Aristophanes will be published by Cyberwit Publishing. Gary lives in New York City.

 

Deborah Guzzi – 1 poem

Life with the Gay Caballero

“aye, aye, aye, aye”

 

 

the annoyance of I

the single letter which leaves no rook

for interlopers

for transgressors who walk the we

 

togetherness a swear word not to be uttered

 

the impotence of I

skull bound

tongue-tied

housebound

 

the local hermit with a brown paper sack

 

the phony host

tempting with open door

who buries you under

palm crosses of their weaving

 

open ovens which lure with the scent of sugar cookies

 

poets, writers, politicians

mothers

fathers

spoiled brats

suckle the I

 

sunsets of yellow, red, brown, black, dirty white

are mine.

 

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Deborah Guzzi writes full-time. Her poetry appears in Allegro, Shooter, Amethyst & Foxglove Journal in the UK – Blue Nib &Automatic Pilot, Ireland – Existere, Ekphrastic Review, Scarlet Leaf & Subterranean Blue, Canada – Tincture, Vine Leaves & Ariel Chart – Australia, mgv2>publishing- France, Cha – Hong Kong – Greece – pioneertown, Sounding Review, Bacopa Literary Review, The Aurorean, Liquid Imagination & others in the USA. Deborah was nominated for the Pushcart Award & Rhysling Awards.

D W Evans – 1 poem

A Bequest

 

My Grandad left me his coffin.

He often told me so.

It was solid wood he said

tongue and groove, deposit down.

When my time came they could turf

him out and pour me in.

Only right I should take a turn.

 

He was a widower too long

without a dog for company

and missed Nana mightily.

 

Every Friday after fish for lunch

cooked by himself and paired

with stout and buttered stottie

he would lie out on the village green,

flat on his back if the weather was mild,

playing dead after the antique style

of stone knights in musty churches.

A teddy at his feet to simulate

the usual faithful thing

a lion lost to time or even a pig.

 

When Grandad died for real

I told my coffin tale. Still,

they went ahead and cremated him.

 

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D W Evans