A Woman wants

She wants the body of her love to hold her body and gentle it to ecstasy.   She wants him to hold her heart, freely given, and protect it next to his.   She wants him to listen to her mind, to nurture its freedom and join it in its discoveries.   She turns, restless, while his sweetness rests elsewhere.   © suzanne conboy-hill 2016 Continue reading A Woman wants

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Philosopher Stoned

He is brazenly, brilliantly, brassed off by the polished politics of the righteous right. He heats arguments on pupils bright as buttons of molten jet in eyes alive with intellectual trickery. He rolls concepts and ideas over the strop of his tongue like globules of mercury, loosed from the tedium of measurement. His love of chase is betrayed by tiny garnet blushes on nose and cheeks; cooing infants to his icy fire of victory. He scrubs the thoughts of neophytes with the steel wool of Socratic questioning. Deftly iterating incantations of hegemonies, he hides exquisite diamond cuts in the woollen … Continue reading Philosopher Stoned

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Jigsaw

You are Glyndebourne I am Glastonbury You are tennis I am rugby You are Savile Row I am rock chick chic You are dignity, understated I am – not * I am tiptoes You are ground I am Virgin You are BA I am Karma Chameleon You are Moon River I am white water You are my mooring * I am your proxy; you my shield Neither one exposed nor concealed, we fit As perfect pieces Of our lovers’ jigsaw   © suzanne conboy-hill 2011 You may share but not sell, alter, substantially extract, or claim as your own Continue reading Jigsaw

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The Gunmetal Pound in Your Pocket

Grubby filigree dropping through time like a brass badge, We catch Momentarily, hold, pass on, exchange For time punctuated Ephemera. * History’s tale, brass braille In a rounded token. Currency to be stolen, traded, bitten in a Hand-spit handshake Gentleman’s deal. Makes it real. * The economics of Usury.   ©suzanne conboy-hill 2011 You may share but not sell, alter, substantially extract, or claim as your own. Continue reading The Gunmetal Pound in Your Pocket

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Heavy Metal

His smile was like pig-iron blasted from a stormy sky in winter. His tears were like silver mirrors, cracked and splattered on his taut plastic skin. Because she was as grudging as gold made lead by a malevolent alchemist.   ©suzanne conboy-hill 2011   You may share but not sell, alter, substantially extract, or claim as your own. Continue reading Heavy Metal

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The Box of Me

The instructions said to open up my soul To pull aside the clattering shades, the dusty drapes Of my personal museum To cast light on fractured mirrors of truth and wishes * No! They didn’t That’s not it at all It’s not … That’s not what it meant * But the instructions said … And I draw up my knees to protect my heart from The thundering minds of curious and dispassionate scrutineers Bent on clamorous critique * Wuss! Who’s looking? It means nothing at all Just do it Nobody here cares * But there is caring, in this new … Continue reading The Box of Me

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Blondie’s Nemesis

Hissing, spitting, wound up, bound up, looped and tied Into choices, their choices, I lied To get an operator, a person * Someone real to feel my exasperation but instead I get another endless list of choices Their choices * Press One for Returns, Press Two for Orders Press what for steaming, fire breathing, excoriating rage bordering on Murderous intent * All our Operators are busy but we really value your custom so Please hold For more Choices ©suzanne conboy-hill 2010 You may share but not sell, alter, substantially extract, or claim as your own. Continue reading Blondie’s Nemesis

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Free Audio – poems & short fiction

Rapture by Phillippa Yaa de Villiers, notable South African poet, performance artist, and PhD candidate with Lancaster university. Rapture was First published in the 2013 anthology For Rhino in a Shrinking World (Ed Harry Owen). Shadow by Lyn Jennings, poet and past Educational Psychotherapist for children with learning difficulties. Shadow is ‘dedicated to our neighbours at Shoreham with respect and sympathy for all who died or suffered in the Air Show disaster [West Sussex 2015]’. Ducks in a Row by Suzanne Conboy-Hill, short story and flash fiction writer. This was also written after a Hawker Hunter jet ploughed through traffic waiting for the lights to change or … Continue reading Free Audio – poems & short fiction

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Rapture by Phillippa Yaa de Villiers

Rapture, by Phillippa Yaa de Villiers, is dedicated to the protection of South Africa’s rhinos and is reproduced here in support of World Rhino Day.  Rapture by Phillippa Yaa de Villiers We have to keep going as if there is a future, but it’s the end of the world, the rapture, screaming bodies hurled to heaven. Wars everywhere and the middle east burning: the smell of bodies lost to wonder, the callous mistake of statistics sunburnt holes in the sky and the ritual murder of elephants and rhinos almost industrialized, like our responses as automatic as breathing as automatic as pressing … Continue reading Rapture by Phillippa Yaa de Villiers

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