I Stepped Outside Myself   I put on a sweater and a coat and a hatAnd stepped outside myself.Yes, I’d been outside before, But never more than an arm’s length awayI’d been beside myself, many times,But rarely outside myself,And when I looked back I saw a rather quaint, a bit old-fashioned,A closed in gingerbreadhouse kind of place.But once I’d stepped outside myselfjust far enough I couldn’t walk back through that door againthough it seemed so dreadfully safe.I walked away.I was glad for the accoutrements as it was cold outsideand the wintry mistiness made everything seem so hazy.Looking back I wondered … Continue reading Michael Kroth

Prop Master     When I hide behind the curtain, I am   not hiding in the conventional sense.   I am working behind the scenes and hiding   my feelings for you. Red light   shines on a clapboard army.   There is no huddle of young women awaiting   their return,   flat and crudely painted when considered up close.   I have nearly forgotten the relationship of prop   to property.   The plastic flowers are lovely but not   mine to give away.       Estate Sale     His heirs want top dollar. They … Continue reading Glen Armstrong

 Honour   My son’s pal, another courier, is killed. He was helpful – advised on safe routes, tied threads that looped from the Stock Market Bulls in London’s metropolitan maze. “We arched our cycle pumps over his coffin, guard of … Continue reading Finola Scott