31st August 2009
Flickers Of Old Flames
Still Aglow Amongst Ashes
Warmth For Our Old Age
By C F Garner
Reggae Beats Bouncing
To The Soft Tyres On The Road
Concrete Fading Fast
By Amy Lovell
Baltimore Drug Crime
Sixty Five Hours Watching
TV Late At Night
By Mark Garner
Accusing eyes glare
Behind the stone Buddha's smile
True feeling mirrored
By Phi Yaan-Zek
A SAVAGE Defeat
Sad Old FOX Still Up To All
His Wily Old Tricks
By David Gadsby
guitar and singing
smelly black boots hiking uphill
cat face, blue eyed man ...
By Vanessa Bandini Gadsby
Running Through The Fields
A Squadron of Butterflies
Accompany Me
By Stukelinho
24th August 2009
Corcovado Dreams
Quiet Nights Of Quiet Stars
Saudades Brasil
By C F Garner
Old friend, London tryst
Waterhouse and Chinese tea?
Capital idea!
By Mark Garner
New Home, Brand New Shoes
Forty pairs of happiness,
Our Cottage of Love.
By Vanessa Bandini Gadsby
New Home, Too many Shoes
I counted forty seven
Glad we have more Room
By David Gadsby
Ugly green monsters
Sweep them under the carpet
Won't look at shadows
By Phi Yaan-Zek
The Inner City
All Those Satellite Dishes;
The Preferred Windows
By Stukelinho
17th August 2009
My Thoughts Are Like Clouds
Some Dark, Some Light & Fluffy
Both Cover Clear Sky
By C F Garner
Loose Green tea (roasted),
Bancha Houjicha is my
Japanese cuppa
By Mark Garner
I don't know you yet
Pretending real pretense
Fantasy or truth?
By Phi Yaan-Zek
Grey loving feathers
eggs and sweet parents to be
little window nest.
By Vanessa Bandini Gadsby
The Angels Translate
The Sublime Silence Of God
Heavenly Music
By Stukelinho
(With credit to Hildegard Von Bingen)
A full seasons hope
smouldering into ashes
the forest burns up
By David Gadsby
