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By TNV, August 9, 2011

The moment dilated
Snow falls.
The hope to get there
And see her face
Transports
The moment frozen
Without steps.
There is only now;
A hoar frost
Rime
Sheer on grass.

Rob Burton is a writer and editor. He lives and works in Paris.

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By TNV, November 13, 2009

Factors such as water click past.
The casing deafeningly tight, anchored
elsewhere, angled, to the sound of running;
it is rigorously anchored, here
          about the most dextrous parts,
          deafeningly proofed, so much

more than reasonable stopgap dilution
might menace out or close down. We close
down, still water clicks past, here
amongst other calendars, here prior
          reproof by whose volition
          felt bobbing deftly under:

though slick deaf in the hands I’m capable
of what are you, angled; and I look
ahead, as we’re told is to be done,
and certainly, you’re there. But so are shelves,
          Kilner jars, some sort of washer,
          latches, jam, the casing. Water

clicks back past into place and I have heard
love, deafeningly sealed between
the dextrous angled trees, pressing here
my chest across the airfield, anchored by
          your calibrating face, held
          retort, numbingly ahead.

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Timothy Thornton’s poetry has appeared in MAYS 14, Oxford Poetry 2008, AXOLOTL Magazine, Holly White, and Cambridge Literary Review. His first two chapbooks are published by Grasp Press. He works as an accompanist and pianist, blogs here, and lives in Liverpool.

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By TNV, June 30, 2009

This is where we start
at the bottom  of the abyss

we will journey
alone
until
you and they
join us

we will climb
the fires of the sky
we will scale
the darkness of the underworld

we shall not possess
earth to sit on
sea to wade in
there will be
only
the agony of kissing tears
the burnt boats
the beds of stone where we cannot love languidly

we will not stop
until
words can be spoken again
songs find the faith to be born
freedom is raised from its pit of cadavers

we will not stop
until
we reach
the rainbowland we promised our children

from Journey Through The Wilderness

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Moris Farhi is a writer. He was born in Ankara, Turkey, and has lived in London since the 1950s. He has written for television, film and the stage. His novels include Journey Through The Wilderness, Young Turk, and most recently, A Designated Man. Moris is a Vice President of International P.E.N.