Three things I’ve lost
Trish Bennett Time. There was plenty in my youth, so I took a break, or ten, suddenly I’m middle aged. Career. To be…
Six Excursions
Trish Bennett Exams I’m an exhibit, pinned, at the far wall of a draughty gym. The floor’s lined out for balls. The double doors…
The Dance
Trish Bennett Before the dawn smog clears, we weave in chains. At intersections, we criss-cross — cross our ruby lights, linked one behind the other…
Say Only This . . .
©Literati Magazine 1999-2020. All rights reserved DAVID FRANKEL As the First World War passes out of living memory, its centenary gives us the opportunity to commemorate the…
The Story Of Us
If I’m gonna be alone, then let it be with you. That is how I will probably forever feel about him. He left…
The Template
P A U L S. L. B R O O K E S SEVEN POEMS my SCARYLIFE Scaryborn to this…