Jungle

 

Jungle

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Summer  Issue

 growing weekly from June to October 2019

 

meet the poets and writers


Jeff Schiff
Sarah Doyle
Stephen Bone
L. Kiew
Allen Ashley
Finola Scott

 

Mandy Macdonald

Elaine Baker

 

Jane Lovell

Alun Robert

 

Jungle

 

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Our first poem for summer is by Jeff Schiff

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jeff Schiff is the author of That hum to go by (Mammoth Books, 2012), Mixed DictionBurro Heart, The Rats of Patzcuaro, The Homily of Infinitude, and Anywhere in this Country. His work has appeared internationally in more than eighty periodicals, including The Alembic, Grand Street, The Ohio Review, Poet & Critic, The Louisville Review, Tendril, Pembroke Magazine, Carolina Review, Chicago Review, Hawaii Review, Southern Humanities Review, River City, Indiana Review, Willow Springs,and The Southwest Review. He has been a professor in the Department of English and Creative Writing at Columbia College Chicago since 1987.

Jeff Schiff – The Jungle Rises

 

 

 

The Jungle Rises

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There where the croaking

        rises from the inchoate

                and vestigial

 

There in the palpable horizon

        in globule & rivulet

                in the hemorrhagic gush

 

slimy

        beyond absorption

                There in the moldy coalescence

 

and vaporous ooze

        in the nameless viscosities

                and horrific bobbings

 

There in the leaping

        venomous

                yellow toadiness

 

and billion undiscovered emetics

        noteworthy toxins

                tongued forth

 

and spittled to the heart

        There where all are forced

                to dwell in their hirsute

 

creature bags

        There

                where none can vanquish

 

their squirmings

        their greenest genesis

                There

 

the jungle rises

        through cress

                through spiky palmetto

 

through everything we cannot hold at bay

 

 

Jeff Schiff

 

I was paddling by Jeff Schiff

Notes from the Black Walnut Kingdom by Jeff Schiff

 

 

 

 

 

Sarah Doyle is the Pre-Raphaelite Society’s Poet-in-Residence. She holds an MA in Creative Writing from Royal Holloway College, University of London, and has been published widely in magazines, journals and anthologies. She won first prize in the WoLF Poetry Competition and Holland Park Press’s Brexit in Poetry 2019; was a runner-up in the Keats-Shelley Poetry Prize 2019; and was highly commended in the Ginkgo Prize for Ecopoetry and in the Best Single Poem category of the Forward Prizes 2018. She is (with Allen Ashley) co-editor of Humanagerie, an anthology of animal-inspired poetry and fiction published by Eibonvale Press in 2018. Sarah is currently researching a PhD in the poetics of meteorology at Birmingham City University.

www.sarahdoyle.co.uk

Sarah Doyle – City Gull

 

 

City Gull

 

 

 

 

 

has no taste for fish, unless it’s battered, fried,

vinegar-drenched – and spilling, half-eaten,

from an overfull dustbin. He’s never caught

 

a herring in his life. He settles on streetlamps

as if they were, for all the world, crows’ nests,

and has no notion of the winds that brought

 

his ancestors here, generations ago. City Gull

was born to the smoke, an urban hatchling,

streetwise and ready-mapped, no need to be taught

 

the wheres and hows of the complex crisscross

that spreads beneath him. He is all Cockney

birth-right, rough and ready squawks wrought

 

from a hawker’s gullet. He is king of the tip,

lord of landfill, dines royally on detritus and

shits where he pleases, wasting no thought

 

on the paintwork of cars. City Gull wonders,

sometimes, at his webbed feet, the splashy clatter

on allotment shed roofs during his clumsy halt.

 

He does not understand why, when his A-to-Z

synapses know only this city, he wakes from

strange dreams where the air tastes of salt.

 

 

 

Sarah Doyle

 

 

Corn Dolly by Sarah Doyle

Wintering by Sarah Doyle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stephen Bone’s first collection, In the Cinema, was published by Playdead Press in 2014, followed by a pamphlet, Plainsong (Indigo Dreams Publishing 2018).

 

Stephen Bone – Ode to a Giant Waterlily

 

 

Ode to a Giant Waterlily

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beneath

the moon, you flower

bridal white.

Gigantic Amazonian

enticing scarabs

to enter

the warm perfumery

of your heart,

offer a nectar banquet

in return for pollen

smothered backs.

A petalled jailor,

your guzzling suitors

caged, until next evening

as a magenta dandy

you unlock the soft gates,

then sink yourself

on your second day

to the shadowed depths.

Leftover

from primordial pools,

your stork leg stalks

and undersides barbed

fiercely as an iron maiden.

Your floating pads,

stepping stones

for Lily Trotters, sunbeds

for caimans. Vast green

salvers on which to serve

a grinning child.

 

Stephen Bone

 

Sundews by Stephen Bone

 

 

 

 

 

A Chinese-Malaysian living in London, L. Kiew earns her living as an accountant. She holds an MSc in Creative Writing and Literary Studies from Edinburgh University. Her debut pamphlet The Unquiet came out with Offord Road Books in February 2019.

L. Kiew – Breath Unspools

 

 

Breath Unspools

 

 

 

 

 

 

I unzip the door of lianas, step

through, casting off the city;

rain threads tarmac.

Shrive-light braids the canopy and

here seedlings weave welcome.

 

Green mantles the dusk pool,

is a sprung floor for jiving

mosquitos and water beetles.

Cicadas syncopate,

come the dark.

 

The moon sets moth traps

for new velvets,

beating devoré

and the hushed weft

of a deathhead’s wings.

 

 

L. Kiew

 

 

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