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  November 2016
volume 13 number 2
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  Jonathan Beale
  J de Salvo
  Darren C Demaree
  Amelie Frank
  Jerry Garcia
  Terry McCarty
  Akor Emmanuel Oche
  Greg Patrick
  Alison Ross
  Cody Rukasin
  Viola Weinberg
  Kelley White
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Jonathan Beale November 2016



photo by mauricio alejandro ramos

    Jonathan Beale has 550 poems published in print and online in over 50 journals. His work can be found in such books as Drowning and The Poet as Sociopath (Scar Publications).
    His first collection of poetry The Destinations of Raxiera, is published by Hammer & Anvil. (
    His second volume is looking for a publisher and he is currently working on his third volume. Work recently published in Anti Heroin Chic, Dissident Voices, Red Fez, Sheepshead Review, Aphelion, Linnets Wing, and aaduna.
    He studied Philosophy and lives in Surrey.



The Faded Diary

              as punctuated by
The fates apathy. There we stood
On the cliff edge. The smoke
Rose looking back into the
Smouldering metropolis -
Death breeds ugly children

                that smashed window
In the night     the frost briefly turns
It's back away. The ferns remain
Among the thistles, in a marriage of the
bitter and the bland light. The shards
flicker under the ephemeral moon.

                harvest, the unspoken night
The mice betray themselves by their
Masses. All the roots fade away into the
Deep, deep, sleep, of winter. Beneath the
ebony winter soil the dulling hypnotism
of the still lightless air. Ink and life run dry

copyright 2016 Jonathan Beale



For Peter Porter, Perhaps?

An elegy maybe!
my desks calendar phrase will you shog off.
Henry V, St George, he, and Shakespeare
With their bleeding of colour and culture
Into the new unbound country
and another different domain
And now we know and now we know.
In this prickly state of familiarity.
As any pairing begins with an inward
hostility leading to Parnassus that another country;
of lustre green. And passions puce drips
along the veins muses through poets to you and me,
until his voice is heard no longer, now he has shogged off!

copyright 2016 Jonathan Beale