MARTIN JERVIS : Varca Beach
DAWN TROW : Prose Song
SHEEMA KALBASI : Ivy Nights
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JH There is humor here; but, there's also a statement on our estrangement from nature. Varca Beach is in India

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MARTIN JERVIS
Varca Beach
The Russian can't get enough of the Kingfisher beer. Thinking it is a crab down a hole He bends down to examine a giant dog turd That is cooking on the sand. Two hours earlier he had leapt Feet in the air to overshoot The dead krait basting on the sea line. These hungry people are almost digesting The entire beach. Even the stray dog thinks there is a tang Of food on the go but it is only the smell From burning flesh. The Russian again heads off to the bar having discovered That shit and snakes are the same shape And that beer is actually a food.
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Prose Song


Deep within the forest of slumbering secrets, a fountain of ink flows into the mouth of poets. There the unwritten poem floats like a feather caught upon the lips of a warm breeze, and by the riverbank of rhyme my thoughts go skipping off through the trees. Alas,
I never give chase, as I love to let them wander. So contented here in my portal of inspiration, I continue to sleepily ponder. From time to time, like a castle of candles, my inner flame dances as I lucidly feel the tickle of a feather rest upon my lips. You see, I am their vessel asthey're mine; I the sea and they my wordy ships. And, as I lean forward and set my feather on the surface of its journey to the inky ocean blue, My soul bursts into a song of pure prose, as I know that it is sailing off to you...

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SHEEMA KALBASI
Ivy Nights
Deep in the mouth, Ivies have grown. It is rather tricky To claim her as mine Now that I have given her to you. Take good care of her.
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MARTIN JERVIS : Varca Beach
DAWN TROW : Prose Song
SHEEMA KALBASI : Ivy Nights

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