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Sunday, September 5, 2021

Two Different Females Dressed in Red, 1992, 1973 by John Doyle

Purity - 1992

Crowds scraped our streets in hassled feet,
the master-race looming;
one was a strawberry blooming in Hell's garden -
one is all we need, the Rabbi told me, 
look at Heaven glowing through this soot -
shining, everlasting.
Then came the piled-up meat, the red within - 
no more than a stagnant river. 
All these dreams fell like waterfalls from our heads,
trampled on by sanguine streets. 
But look at the beauty, Mrs. Horowitz said, 
all light is everlasting

Evil - 1973

Italia, roasting into the night, 
black like the coal-crisp inferno;
water was his enemy back home, his baby girl
limp like a towel across a door; now she's running
from the screams, from his dreams, 
a halo round his senses; behind the firm logic of steel
there's no getting through,
they tell us don’t look now, not ever;
and so it's the ugliness that prevails - ugly, grotesque -
sin in its favoured colours, sin coloured like his throat




 John Doyle became a Mod again in the summer of 2017 to fight off his impending mid-life crisis; whether this has been a success remains to be seen. He has has two collections published to date, A Stirring at Dusk in 2017, and Songs for Boys Called Wendell Gomez in 2018, both on PSKI's Porch.

He is based in Maynooth, County Kildare, Ireland. All he asks is that you leave your guns at the door and tie up your horses before your enter.



Wednesday, September 1, 2021

SPLEEN by Susan Isla Tepper

In a plain white number 10
I mailed you my spleen
shrunk to the size of a penny
after all this death
and inescapable
inexplicable misery.
Spleen is spleen
and some people carry it
proudly and righteously
favored possession
ripe and bulging
bursting with puss
straight to their raging end.


Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres.  Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.