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  November 2016
volume 13 number 2
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  Darren C Demaree
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  Jerry Garcia
  Terry McCarty
  Akor Emmanuel Oche
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  Viola Weinberg
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Jonathan Beale November 2016



photo by mauricio alejandro ramos

    Jonathan Beale has had his work published in over sixty journals including Danse Macabre, Bluepepper, Mad Swirl, Ygdrasil, Red Wolf Editions, Sheepshead Review, Poetry 24, Penwood Review, et al. He is also published in two anthologies Drowning and The Poet as Sociopath (Scar publications). And one to be published Do not be afraid a small anthology dedicated to Seamus Heaney. His first book of poetry The Destinations of Raxiera (Hammer and Anvil) in November 2015
    He lives in Surrey U.K.

The Destinations of Raxiera



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