A Mad Old Poet

By Ian Copestick I've just been upstairs to get changed I happened to look in the mirror As I was washing my hands. I think I'm finally looking like a poet. It's not the bald head with short Ginger stubble, or the pain filled Blue bloodshot eyes surrounded With wrinkles. It's the mad eyebrows. It's … Continue reading A Mad Old Poet


By John Grey Until now, she's only loved astronauts and, as I stare into her dark eyes, a jet stream of disappointment streaks behind her. She's listening for that countdown in my groping embarrassed silence, the explosion of takeoff in nervous, ground-hugging words. Here I am at the end of a long line of adventure … Continue reading “A LOVER OF ASTRONAUTS”