Saturday, 23 September 2017

Autumn Equinox

The sky above my house is blue,

Timeless, dateless blue that

Beckons, urges, demands

Me to surrender.

I stare above the walls,

The gates with rust encroaching,

The pots of hard-pressed flowers,

To blue sucking me upward.

Thin clouds stretch and bask

In sun-sent rays and daytime

Sky smiles like a lover

Knowing beyond lie mysteries of stars.

I am there. The earth’s truest

Beauty is above the earth,

Calling me upward on this

Rare day of balance, calling me

Up to the infinity of blue.

No earthquake, no tempest,

No hatred, no cancer, no pain.

My spirit soars, is free.

© Charlie Lambert

Say goodbye to summer as sun passes over equator marking first day of autumn

Charlie Lambert is a former journalist and sports broadcaster who turned to a different form of media in 2016 when he started writing poetry. He lives in Liverpool.

Friday, 22 September 2017

The Origins of Fuzzy Logic

i.m. Lotfi Zadeh 1921-2017

When she called to cancel

dinner, she offered

no excuse, said that

something had come up,

a phrase that got me


about the elasticity of truth.

I called her back,

hung up

before she answered,


that a missed call

can create a fresh truth,

one that begs

to be uncovered.

© Maurice Devitt

Remembering Lotfi Zadeh, the Inventor of Fuzzy Logic

Maurice Devitt was runner-up in The Interpreter’s House Poetry Competition in 2017, he has had poems published in Ireland, England, Scotland, the US, Mexico, Romania, India and Australia, runs the Irish Centre for Poetry Studies site and is a founder member of the Hibernian Writers’ Group.

Thursday, 21 September 2017

Dicing With Death

The act of a Russian has now come to light:
he was on duty in nineteen-eighty-three
monitoring early signs of a nuclear attack.
He took a decision that proved to be right
but what he did might have meant the sack.
Incoming missiles from the US. were spotted
by faulty computers but it was a false alarm.
Stanislav took a gamble and kept shtumm
thus saving the world from terrible harm.
If he had been wrong, an enormous blast
would have happened a few minutes later
and a global conflict would’ve happened fast.
We should praise this man who saved the day
and who sadly passed away last May.

© Luigi Pagano

Stanislav Petrov, who averted possible nuclear war, dies at 77

Luigi Pagano has published three collections of poems: ‘Idle Thoughts’, ’Reflections’ and ‘Poetry On Tap’. His work has been featured in ABCTales’ magazines,UKAuthors’ anthologies, Poetry24 and several other publications.

Wednesday, 20 September 2017

Secret North Korean Poet

I wear the title of my poem.
Official Haircut 17.
From the Official Haircut List.
I chose 17 at random.
And not because I like the style.

I use the Jasmine nom-de plume.
It throws the SD off my scent.
They’re still looking for a woman.
It doesn’t stop me making stink.
When I discuss our Nation’s shit.

Conductor on a People’s Bus.
I stare into the peoples’ eyes.
And see what’s really going on.
I like the rhythm of stop-start.
The none of this – too much of that.

Tuesday, 19 September 2017


“The most beautiful sound I ever heard:
Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria . . . “

I wonder how many will sing this refrain

as the storm reaches the Lesser Antilles.

Expected to become a major hurricane

with strong winds and torrential rain

this Maria follows in Irma’s footsteps

to cause havoc to the Leeward Islands

and any place which stands in its path.

Are these disturbances caused by us

or are they the result of a divine wrath?

We should at least be seen to discuss

the possibility that it is global warming

the real reason for this wild weather

because the victims of such disasters

are, we see, at the end of their tether.

© Luigi Pagano

Luigi has published three collections of poems: ‘Idle Thoughts’, ’Reflections’ and ‘Poetry On Tap’. His work has been featured in ABCTales’ magazines,UKAuthors’ anthologies, Poetry24 and several other publications.

Monday, 18 September 2017

Evacuating Hereford

From Fir Tree Lane junction and the Straight Mile
Near where World War Two hand grenades were found,
They shut roads and placed a cordon around
So they could make things safe army style;
People were moved out of homes for a while
Taking all their pets, every cat and hound;
As warning cones were put down on the ground,
A real nuisance there was hardly a smile.

‘I can’t get my workforce in’ said one man
The cross owner of business premises,
But Margaret who’d lived there since forty one
Said ‘I’m not moving out at my expense,
If you’d been here in the war you’d not run
Or be frightened by this kind of nonsense!’

© David Subacchi

Hereford industrial estate evacuated after 'grenade' blast

David lives in Wales where he was born of Italian roots. He studied at the University of Liverpool and has five published collections of poetry.
He writes in English, Welsh and Italian.

Sunday, 17 September 2017

1960s Immigrant to Boston

I. First

Off the boat.

Real houses made of wood.

Four feet of snow.

This is U.S. winter?

Need to use the John?

What to answer?

(My brother John just dropped me off.)

Five dollars a week to clean, cook,

babysit three kids.

Use only back door.

Part-time cashier at A&P.

Two large nickels equal one very small dime.

Oh you have an English accent.

Work to lose it.

Women on the T dress-up

thick make-up

poofy hair

but sneakers not shoes.

Also poor?

II. College First Months

No money, no car

can’t drive anyway

also on wrong side.

Irish and blacks run from police.

Yemenis run from their land

hide face in college coffee shops.

Beatles blare on the street.

Pro tennis at Longwood Cricket Club.

Jamaica Pond near Pill Hill.

Bailey’s ice cream, chocolate sauce.

Fenway path, keep going past Sears…

Ahhh, the Red Sox.

© Lavinia Kumar

Why the American ‘Dreamers’ programme needs to be saved

Lavinia Kumar’s new poetry book, The Celtic Fisherman’s Wife: A Druid Life, is on Amazon (US & UK). Her website is