Taunting fate
It opens the door to expectancy
something may happen
something may not
Still, we indulge in magical thinking
The illusion of omnipotence
fronting a positive outcome
Jane Nash
jlnash
Currently a columnist for The Issue, has also published articles, poetry and short stories. 2001 - International Cricketer, poetry; 2002 – International Cricketer, poetry; 2003 – Richmond Review (USA) Poetry; 2005 – Marshall Islands Literary Review, poetry; 2006 – Paranoia (UK) poetry and flash fiction; 2006 – Zygote In My Coffee – Flash Fiction; 2006 – Scintilla, poetry; 2007 – Red Bubble, poetry, 2009 –2018 The Pandorian Arts Magazine, Features Editor and contributor of poetry and flash fiction; 2011 – A Moment, Solo poetry Publication (Amazon); 2011 – Eden’s Other Daughter, Poetry (Pandorian Publishing); 2012 – Beneath The Shadows The Soul Walks, short stories and photography with P. Pajdic (Pandorian Publishing); Performance Poet; Tropical Writers 2019-2018; 2019 - The Poets’ Breakfast, TFF and Fringe Poetry 2019 TFF.; 2019 - Blink-Ink #38; FlashFiction. 2020 - Turnpike Magazine, Poetry. 2021 - Memoir, a chapbook. 2021 Tea-Ku, Poems about Tea, 2021-The Purposeful Mayonnaise
THE OTHER
Too confusing to be advertised
as desirable
This world is no less
inhabitable than yours
Chemistry enables the crossing
Books direct to traverse
bridges over strained
personalities
born to this realm
this other dimension
SILENCIO – #22
Keep glib quotations away from me
Remove patronising soporific poetry
I don’t care for prayers
Nothing satisfies or placates me
in your inevitable absence
I still rise early to greet you
to make you laugh and tell you stories
To hear the sound of your voice
I ‘m afraid of forgetting the sound of your voice
I think I’ve forgotten the sound of your voice
There are no heavenly bells
or eternal sanctuaries where you reside
Dust
You are dust
All I’m left with
is silence
COUGH COUGH – #21
Running my nose is running
My eyes leak and sting
My teeth harbour ulcers
I cough when I breathe in
Shivers track their way down my back
Sweat contradicts my skin’s desires
I’ve swollen lips
My tongue refuses to identify
My nostrils flare red
Running my nose is still running
Ring Ting Ting – #20
Ring ting ting
Hear ye Hear ye
Rise up and shine
Lead me let me wander
And if that should fail
I
will
bark
in
your
face
ON THE SLAB – #19
Immersed in the slabs of the labs of forensic diviners
My poetry brain sits in some sick existential crisis
While cannibals do their work with swift expertise
I rob the thesaurus I wish I had more cheese
I stare at the screen that’s looming in front
I end up writing a poem short uninteresting and blunt
GORDON – #18
Cross barred Gordon reminded by the stroke of eleven
Sweet briar Mary was waiting at the Ceilidh
But graves dug deep and marked rest in peace
Prevent the dead from keeping their promises
REVERIE FOR YOUTH – #17
Fractals falling into formation
Shards of stained glass
opaque and translucent
capture the imagination
demand reverence
Enigmatic delight
COTTON PAVEMENT – #16
Pigment of crimson explodes
dropping from fine hairs in hand
Water down water down
No rain in sight
A blistering sky reveals itself
above a wet cotton pavement
SNIFF SNIFF – #15
She stands beside me
I gather the daily news
Every single day