If Trump launches nukes
Winter may well be coming...
Nuclear Winter.
© Donnie Mountjoy
I can’t make love until Trump’s impeached
I just can’t
relax
When you caress me all I can think of is
the nuclear button
It’s nothing
to do with you
Surely by winter
we’ll be able to resume relations
Though it worries me to recall
how my grandfather, fleeing Warsaw in ‘39, said
In a few weeks this will all blow over
© Alina Macneal
Alina lives in Philadelphia. Her poems have appeared in Apiary Magazine, Poems for the Writing, The World to Come, and other anthologies.
Norfolk beach giant pipe salvage under way
Unexpected Landing
What strange sea serpents lie here on the shore
Driven by strong waves onto Norfolk land
Enormous pipe sections stranded in sand
Longer than five Big Bens placed on the floor.
Onlookers gather all shocked to the core
Struggling this occurrence to understand
Nervously approaching to touch with hand
Lest angered creatures should rise up and roar.
Bound for Algeria for some great project
Of unknown purpose and significance
A storm caused towing chains to disconnect
Enabling a substantial divergence;
Now English voices are raised to object
To such an unexpected occurrence.
To such an unexpected occurrence.
© David Subacchi
David lives in Wales (UK) where he was born of Italian roots. He studied at the University of Liverpool and has 4 published collections of his English Language poetry: First Cut (2012), Hiding in Shadows (2014), Not Really a Stranger (2016) and A Terrible Beauty (2016) as well as a collection in Welsh: Eglwys Yng Nghremona (2016).
