 Robin Ouzman Hislop Sara L. Russell Helga Ross Michael R. Burch 
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Robin Ouzman Hislop (Editor)
The Moon is in my Roomxxv. The moon is in my room Immutable, imperturbable As before this world began I am crisis in transfixion Between subject and object The quest of identity In the moment of appearance Should I say auspicious occasion The moon is in my room Or those nights of Borge’s Buenos Aires Those distant hours also occasions Now forever gone.  xxvi TouristI met him in Europe, one out a million Japanese students making, perhaps, a Once in a life time two week excursion. A young guy with extremely broken Business English privileged at University, Being too expensive for common education, Who would return to his village/town Somewhere in Japan to row after row of Interminable urban suburbia guaranteed a job for life, in turn promotion & the rest, He says, with a patient concentration set in a Slight frown, is a philosophy of life, in Japan, To be Japanese & squints his Buddha eye at me. The next day in the reception he bows in Decorous formality, lawn after lawn of his children’s Children in neither Nirvana nor Samsara. xxvii Hoods. Sick in bed, a steel hammer in his head, A ghost to a father who was ghost to his. He wants to escape in a time machine, He remembers you said you curled up Very small and tried to pretend to be Nothing, But you meant dead. Should we put on Beethoven’s Ninth* To send this hip hop rap clap stuff Out of sound. The hoods have returned Without dignitaries in shadowy strands, Thin bands, like the oneness of ant waves Or Piranhas with the broken doll faces, That hoods to youth betray, batch by batch. In anticipation of what? a nuclear age? Nod, nod, the ghost is dead, sweep on Let’s see how hoods do with global warming. * Clockwork Orange. Anthony Burgess xxviii. EveningBreaking twigs: Spindly silver birch Collaborate with twilight. Lingering phantoms in shade Waiting for Spring’s arrival, Have they forgotten, Will they remember again, When life quickens them?  ©
All poems by Robin Ouzman Hislop 2007
© Illustrations by Amparo Arrospide |
ROBIN OUZMAN HISLOP: Born UK. Childhood in Lyme Regis & Poole Dorset. Lived Scotland & Scandinavia, The East & Spain. He now lives in Sheffield, South Yorkshire, UK. Appeared in Dawn Millenium Anthology & Crystal Dawn Anthology published by Kedco Studios. When he first joined the world wide net he abandoned his previous poet performance career, mostly had in Spain and often as bilingual joint translation recitals. His first anthology After the Cave the Comet appeared two years ago & is available here, another anthology is shortly planned. He started as resident poet with Poetry Life & Times in March 2005 & took over its editorship together with Spanish poetess Amparo Arrospide from Sara Russell in May 2007 .
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FIELDS OF LILIESSara L. Russell, 30/3/07 Take nothing but
photographs,
Leave nothing but memories. The Country Code Do we walk in fields of
lilies,
as we feel the U.V. burn? Are we leaving carbon footprints, showing everywhere we turn? Is the heel of our Achilles Feeling more than just a graze? Are we mapping out a blueprint for the final end of days? Do we think that ducks
like drinking
From beer cans we leave behind? Does it seem that shopping trolleys find their own way to the trees? Do we laugh when we are slinking Homeward, late and beery-blind? And while lilies do not spin, was Solomon arrayed like these? Solomon, in all his glory,
With rose petals at his feet, Could not prophesy earth's story now the air is less than sweet; Now that sulphurous emissions Spiral upwards to the sky; No more faith or superstitions, when the earth's time comes to die. Do we kneel in fields of
lilies
Praying all will go to plan, as we feel the ozone leaking through the chasm left by man? Do we wonder why the will is Somewhat weaker than intent? Are the follies of our past becoming more self-evident? Man is picking up the
pieces
As the politicians spin, Making monkeys of our species, as the oxygen wears thin, While the lilies, in December Bloom to perish in the frost; Look upon them, and remember, before all beauty is lost. |
SARA RUSSELL Poet, cartoonist and short story writer. Founder of Poetry Life & Times.
Newsgroup signature was originally 'Pinky Andrexa, Last Of The Cyber Vixen Poets From Outer Space'. Won Internet Arts Award from Kedco Studios Artist Profile Press. Runner-up in Capricorn International Love Poetry competition 1998. Her website Poetry Life & Times recently won the Alpha Poets' Poetic Eyes web award. Won Poet of the Week in the Poetry For Thought group (The Globe groups) for the week April 28-May 4th, 2001, with the poem "If You Were Mine". Inducted into The Poets' Hall of Fame, 2001, and included in its anthology for that year.
5 illustrated e-books published by Kedco Studios Artist Profile Press (most recent first): Worlds Inside The Head, Quickies, Spiders And Gliders, A Way With Words (in collaboration with four other poets) and Pinky's Little Book of Shadows.Also published in several Kedco e-book anthologies and Forward Press bound book anthologies.
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Michael Burch |
| MICHAEL R. BURCH is the editor of The HyperTexts where he has published the work of three Pulitzer Prize nominees and recent winners of the T. S. Eliot, Richard Wilbur and Howard Nemerov awards. He has been twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize, and his work has appeared over 450 times in literary journals and sundry publications in the USA, England, Scotland, Canada, Australia, South Africa and India, including The Chariton Review, Poetry Magazine, Verse, Poet Lore, Unlikely Stories, Light Quarterly, Writer’s Digest – The Year’s Best Writing 2003, The Best of the Eclectic Muse 1989-2003, The Lyric, ByLine, Icon and Nebo. |
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HELGA ROSS |
Canadian poet, HELGA ROSS loves the well-written word and loves to write her own; derives great pleasure from great literature, art and life, and the great outdoors. Everything old is new again in 2007 – She’s moved back to her old home town, Burlington, Ontario, after half a lifetime--for a new start. "You can't go home again" so they say -- She shall see. Helga expresses herself through an eclectic writing repertoire of material, style and form. 2004, however, was her literary turning point: She 'discovered' poetry in a big way. Now, poetry is her passion and focus, particularly Sonnet forms, though not exclusively. For Helga, the theme is 'Passion' in the broadest sense. She believes and illustrates in her writing: "The creative mind plays with the objects it loves". - Carl Jung
Her poetic voice is playful, provocative, uplifting. Her serious pieces conclude on a positive note; reflect her approach to life: "Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for." — Ray Bradbury On the key to success
Recent Accomplishments: Prix Poesie's laissez-faire Faire Award, April 2004. Poetry selections published in Sonnetto Poesia Vol.3 no.2 Spring 2004; Vol.4 no.4 Autumn 2005; Vol. 5 no.2 Spring 2007.
