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  April 2015
volume 12 number 1
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  home   (archived)
  contributing poets
  Adeolu Emmanuel Adesanya
  Lynn Albanese
  Steven Alvarez
  Jonathan Beale
  Stefanie Bennett
  Jack G. Bowman
  Jennifer Bradpiece
  Don Kingfisher Campbell
  Michael Aaron Casares
  Beverly M. Collins
  William Crawford
  Pijush Kanti Deb
  Elisabeth Adwin Edwards
  John Elison
  Emily Fernandez
  Jeanie Greensfelder
  John Grey
  David Herrle
  Sonika Jaggi
  Strider Marcus Jones
  Phillip Larrea
  Emma Lee
  Marieta Maglas
  Matt McGee
  Christopher Mulrooney
  Dave Nordling
  Toti O'Brien
  Greg Patrick
  James G Piatt
  Frank Praeger
  April Salzano
  David Scriven
  LB Sedlacek
  Danielle Smith
  Jan Steckel
  Carl Stillwell
  Tim Tipton
  Philomena van Rijswijk
  Wanda Vanhoy Smith
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Jonathan Beale
April 2015



photo by mauricio alejandro ramos

    Jonathan Beale has had his work published in over sixty journals including Danse Macabre, Bluepepper, Mad Swirl, Ygdrasil, Red Wolf Editions, Sheepshead Review, Poetry 24, Penwood Review, et al. He is also published in two anthologies Drowning and The Poet as Sociopath (Scar publications). And one to be published Do not be afraid a small anthology dedicated to Seamus Heaney. His first book of poetry The Destinations of Raxiera (Hammer and Anvil) in November 2015
    He lives in Surrey U.K.

The Destinations of Raxiera



Jean Gabin

Man of mode or "Music for Pepe le Moko, perhaps"?

The myth, "a myth of a man". My father said,
A singing-gangster-cum actor, strangely unbelievable yet strangely real.
Quite surreal (still in my age; and my epoch) still, Pepe le Moko"
"is an idol of mine. Gabin, an only son of life. And the eternal son of France.
So why are words really not for music? Has the salt dried the notes?
The musty weight of ebonised coffee staining the air.
Eyes seen across another room by other disinterested parties.
In their eyes, looking at the others, mirroring their desires.

A flaming French accent over his character.
The grizzling English weather beat us into the cinema where he lurked.
Relief in this French cinematic Dickensian character, if ever there were one:
A sullen mouth organ bleated away in some dusty corner, of some bar. Somewhere.
A capped man glaring up just showing how to talk without words.
Stating his imminent arrival - "you should be afraid".

copyright 2015 Jonathan Beale