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  April 2014
volume 11 number 1
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  Craig Kurtz
  Phillip Larrea
  N.M. Leepsa
  Anthony Magistrale
  Brendan McCormack
  Christopher Mulrooney
  Philip ONeil
  Ebi Robert
  Walter Ruhlmann
  April Salzano
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  Julia Stein
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Philip ONeil
April 2014



photo by mauricio alejandro ramos

    Philip has worked as a journalist, editor and photographer for twenty years in the UK, Czech Republic, The Balkans and the US. He has recently completed a novel Mental Shrapnel.




Bucharest, 1999


Spread-eagled and naked
in her crop circle -
this one in a sunflower field:
she’s a wheel of limbs,
some sort of a swastika
lusted after by the seed heavy
flowers bowing to her curves
like drooling surgeons.


She’s finished with running,
waiting for the fading light
to join the last of her loves,
faded with processed proclamations
of undying certainty
which were a little worse for wear
after courting
and checked into intensive care
soon after.


Love thought it had
ducked its obligations,
passed again
like a heavy goods train in the night,
shunted across the border
while guards waved it on;
interested only in sleep or beer.


But this time she’s making sure
love returns,
pays its duty and dues
and hits its target.


So, splayed
aryan and vigorous,
apeing a pagan
she waits
for the skydiver
who – with precision
confidence – happens
to be bearing down
on her charity target,
slowly filling her
with his lusty shadow.


She sunbathes under mirrors,
she’s a real
tough nut to crack.
I repeat myself into her.

copyright 2013 Philip ONeil