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By Agnes Marton

Association: There was no where to go but everywhere…

Winging out jetskinned,
melting off the steel.

Harsh, naked speed
upwards, then saundering.

Everywhere your arms.

Insomniac minutes
to loot.

Here, cherish,
I paint words for you
to frame.

Guardian of the Edge,
I shush pain and fear
from your dreams.

shadowless harbour.

Agnes Marton is a hungarian-born poet, editor, linguist, translator. Regularly cooperates with visual artists. Her book: ‘Sculpture/poésie’.


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Budget Family Room

by Helen Addy

Assocation: The title reminded me of a recent travel experience of being stuck in a dirty, disappointing and dysfunctional family hotel room. Despite the experience being frustrating (“Nowhere to go”), I was also lucky enough to have the awareness that even challenging experiences, can sometimes become a door into grace that transforms not only that place/experience but also subsequent ones. (The negative connotations of “Nowhere” being transformed into the positivity of “Everywhere”; broken guttering transforming ordinary rain into a firework display)

Budget Family Room

TV veiled with a white towel;

nightlight of soft blur,

dancing Impressionism.


Towel rail disconnected

for your safety;

parcel tape licking bare wires.


Fist sized holes in the plaster;

kids’ questions answered

with giant mice.


Keycard intruders at 1am;

adrenalin misfired into a family

given the wrong room.


Loose guttering outside

turning night rain into crackling fireworks;

morning sun into slices of light.

Helen Addy, 33, is from Forres and has been previously published in BUGGED, Pushing Out the Boat, SOUTH and Carillon.


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