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Entries from January 2007

Didn’t think people came out in January!

January 17th, 2007 | 1 Comment

They did last night! And what a wonderful crowd too. From a lad too young to drink, to a grandmother of 83, Runaway Girl was perfectly packed with an excited, yet laid back crowd of sound people.
Lots of new faces and readers – some doing it for the first time, some established saga louts. A [...]


Think Again and Dream Anew by Richard Crowther

January 11th, 2007 | No Comments

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The sun-stroked sphincter
of individuality exploded,
showering shards of similitude
over the airwaves and thus
we have the joy of suburban
man and woman gorging on
cushy corporate cocks like
smitten flocks of creeps
who sit on the hands of clocks
and rotate with cogs around
the steeple of a few people.


Walking in a Saga Wonderland by John Turner

January 11th, 2007 | No Comments

I’m dreaming of a tight Christmas
With every Woolworth’s card I write
May your season’s spending be slight-
And may all your Christmases be tight.
Forget about Santa Claus
Spend Christmas with your in-laws
You turn up in your Merc -
And watch them do the work
Cos they’ll buy all the shopping
For they know that you’ll be stopping
Till New Year at least
(You’re [...]


Under A Different Sky by Joanne Mateer

January 11th, 2007 | No Comments

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The morning after you showed me your holiday snaps – what West Coast bliss!
Prompting the Nordic bite of our first kiss:
I woke to find the snow had laid.
Sheffield was all Vancouver
Shed of its landlocked chrysalis.


Untitled 2 by Ras Kaimani Kalonji

January 11th, 2007 | No Comments

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What needs to happen?
What will it take?
Does every last river on the face of the earth have to bleed itself dry?
Do we have to turn a faucet for a glass of drinking water only to get a barrel of oil?
Do all the trees in the jungles on all the continents have to turn to newspapers?
Do [...]


Ash Cash by Justine Gaubert

January 11th, 2007 | 1 Comment

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There was a day when
Mum and dad got paid
cash
For the ash they signed away
Bought the beatles white album
And something to play it on
Living nextdoor to the
Crematorium, they must have
Bought a few of them.


Sorry by Nikki Shanahan

January 11th, 2007 | 1 Comment

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I’m sorry that I’m sorry
But I wish to make things better
And this is the way I know how
I’m sorry that I’m sorry
That I don’t know why I’m sorry
But it seems right to say it anyhow
I’m sorry that I’m sorry
That I don’t know why I’m sorry
And I’m sorry that you don’t know why I’m too.
The worse [...]


We died by EJ Ndaji

January 11th, 2007 | No Comments

EJ reads his own work:
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Two Haikus read by Gavin Cockrem

January 11th, 2007 | 3 Comments

One traditional, the other Western:
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Inch left in the glass
not wanting this ‘just one pint’
to come to an end.


The Gift, by Sally Goldsmith

January 11th, 2007 | No Comments

Sally reads her poem ‘The Gift’.
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He gave her a Hornby train set
with a black chuffing engine
and a neat little tender
and two green carriages
chuffing round and round
round and round
its own little world
of signal boxes and gay stations


Houndkirk Road by Sally Goldsmith

January 11th, 2007 | No Comments

Sally reads her poem about a road in Sheffield.
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Out on the Houndkirk Road
with a creaky ankle and rusty joints
and goosey snow deep enough to dream in.
From here, pale sun on city towers
sparks the edge of a white corporate world
where the reds might come in the night


Afterwards, by Chloe Sinker

January 11th, 2007 | No Comments

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And afterwards
They lay in each other’s arms
Eyes glistening in the dark
Still warm
Still close
Smiling


The Goners by Joanne Mateer

January 11th, 2007 | 1 Comment

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For three salad years we lived in a caravan, love.
Everything in miniature, while we grew tall as oaks.
We wrapped ourselves in carnations and ate black beans
From tins. Mouth to hand, we lit fires in the empties.
On Saturdays, I loved to let the green light
Of morning in, through the flannel squares
We used for blinds. With princely [...]


You Smile Too Much by Richard Crowther

January 11th, 2007 | 3 Comments

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I can’t be charmed
by a smile that cries wolf
or sympathise
with an act of
insincere kindness.
I’m rarely filled
with equal measures
of pity and loathing
and no, I don’t want
to buy you a drink.
Thanks though.


Stanley Spencer’s Helter Skelter, Hampstead Heath, by Hinchcliffe and Hodgson

January 11th, 2007 | No Comments

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I’m rather annoyed with Stanley actually. Look what he’s done to me! I look quite ridiculous! I couldn’t stand out more if I tried. So obvious! Almost hideous, I am. Sticking up, awkwardly into the grey sky.
Of course Stanley’s not completely to blame. He’d say that he’s shown what he’s seen – he’d say that [...]