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Tag: John Short

  • Escape by John Short

    Pigeons in the chimney:
    dark symphony of trapped souls
    or distant death lament

    as weather mutters all around
    then through its gaps
    a spectral chorus on the wind
    forces me to move things never moved

    the brass-scream across old slate
    frees an avalanche of bones,
    dust, feathers and a chaos of wings
    exploding into daylight –

    they circle the room, collide with walls
    then settle on the highest shelf.

    I ponder the world’s misfortunes,
    how we suffer mostly
    but how sometimes we escape.

    —

    John Short lives in Liverpool and studied Creative Writing at Liverpool university. A previous contributor to Zingara Poetry Review, he’s appeared recently in Kissing Dynamite, One Hand Clapping and The Lake. His pamphlet Unknown Territory (Black Light Engine Room) was published in June. He blogs occasionally at Tsarkoverse.

  • African Rice by John Short

    First night it’s all hugs and kisses
    presents and rich food, then
    as the days wear on I’m an errand boy:
    sent out for a ton of frozen fish
    or olive oil in demijohns,
    sacks of African rice
    dragged back from the store
    then heaved up narrow stairs and:
    could you pop across the road for wine,
    you know the one I mean?
    It’s as well we don’t live together
    or this would never have lasted six years.
    A romance in small doses –
    we sip it like brandy, cautiously
    and sometimes I wonder
    if this is what I signed up for
    until we take the train to Barcelona,
    hit the bars and she’s dynamite
    and I’m floating down Avignon street.

    —

    John Short lives in Liverpool (UK) and has been published in magazines such as Yellow Mama, Rat’s Ass Review, The Blue Nib, Poetry Salzburg, Barcelona Ink, French Literary Review, Envoi, Sarasvati and South Bank Poetry. His collection Those Ghosts (Beaten Track) will appear hopefully later this year.