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Monday, May 18, 2015

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R O A D S

I remember times
When love and sex went hand-in-hand
When love and sax played counterpoint
When sax and sex blew crazy hot



I remember times
When Lady Jazz reached in my chest
And squeezed til joyous music played
Squeezed til music filled the void

I remember too
When love and hate both clashed and fought
When discord spun unwanted webs
The clash and crash of broken souls

Yet still all roads lead back to you

- by Bryn Fortey



First Night

It’s cold in here.
Is there a party outside?
I wonder what my sister’s doing?
It’s my first night.
My head is shaved and
I’m wearing orange overalls.
It’s dark.
Cold.
No sound.  


-by Gary Cummiskey




Photo Courtesy: David Balilty
Header Lines: Adrian Manning
Cartoon Art: Sub and Nil

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David Balilty is an Israeli artist with North African roots. He was born in Jerusalem in 1971 to a family of artists and musicians. In his most recent work, David has combined three mediums of  visual artistic experience for his abstract painting.

'Merry-Go-Round', Bryn Fortey's mixed fiction and poetry collection, was published by The Alchemy Press in 2014. His work has appeared in a variety of print and online sources over the years.

Adrian Manning writes from Leicester, England. He is also editor of Concrete Meat Press. He can be reached at www.concretemeatpress.co.uk.

Gary Cummiskey lives in Johannesburg. He is a poet, writer and publisher. He has had several chapbooks of poetry published over the past 20 years. His short fiction collection Off-ramp has been nominated for the Nadine Gordimer Short Story Award 2014.


Subhankar das is a poet, bookstore owner, and publisher of Bangla experimental materials. He produced six short films that have been honored at international film festivals, and has translated the works of Allen Ginsberg and Charles Bukowski in Bengali.

Nilimesh Dutta lives in Kolkata. He writes very seldom, and writes in Bengali alternative little magazines.