Jonathan Beale

March 2015

Jonathan Beale’s work has appeared regularly in Decanto, Penwood Review, The Screech Owl, Danse Macabre, Danse Macabre du Jour, Poetic Diversity, and also; Voices of Israel in English, MiracleEzine, Voices of Hellenism Literary Journal, The Journal, Ink Sweat & Tears, Down in the Dirt, & (Drowning: Down in the Dirt July 13) The English Chicago Review, Mad Swirl, Poetry Cornwall, Ariadne’s Thread, Bijou Poetry Review, Calvary Cross, Deadsnakes Review, The Bichin Kitsch, The Dawntreader, and I am not a Silent Poet.  He was commended in Decanto’s and Café writers Poetry Competitions 2012.  And is working on a collection for Hammer and Anvil.  He studied philosophy at Birkbeck College London and lives in Surrey England.

Point next

 

Clumsy fingered typed ideal – still the blossom hangs

The seamless threads called joy, pain, love, and loss.

            Reflected in the mirror of tomorrows yesterday

The arching wave we draw in the mind’s eye.

 

The short straight stabbing uncontrolled lines overlapping

crossing - as sharp as lime and the brine on the tongue.

            Shows the eddying, .that carries too: will upload and leave

Days onward.  The black news arrives.

 

Thrown from pillar to bar from black cold space to infinity.

This day has never enough space: knowing tomorrow’s deserts endlessness’

            Endlessness’ must pass, strangely; as it does there are other horizons’.

 Mood and colour mingle in a strangely knowing blindness.

 

Point, next point, next point… next, it flows like a song on water

They talk of hysteria and other senses and timescales;

            Still here the room - once a sanctuary – now a prison

So the action of the hand the smoking, the drink, the tea, the coffee….

 

Currents roll and still my short sharp lines dart this way and that – over space

Still the lives that roll on past: pass by like cars on the motorway

            Never to be seen again.  some new horizon or some’ same old – same old’

The eyes and mouth having million million words now can say just none.

3:3 Marach 2015

 

Craig Kurtz

M.J. Iuppa

Tamara Hollins

Nancy Chen Long

Jonathan Beale

Darren C. Demaree

 

 

 

 

 

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