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Click here for fiction - "Anna" by Zdravka Evtimova | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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AWEN ONLINE, Issue Five - "Love" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Love is a fortuitously apt theme for what might, possibly, be the last online instalment of Awen, as producing it, like everything I have produced, has been a labour of love. Of course, it might not be the last... if I get enough people visiting the site - so tell your friends, put a link from your website, put the address at the ends of your emails! But, regardless of the fate of the electronic version, the paper-based version of Awen will continue to appear - just send a stamped, addressed A4 or A5 envelope (envelope and IRC, if overseas) to receive the latest copy. And, in the meantime, why not email me with your thoughts on this issue, and the other four - I might just print your letter in The Supplement! Very best, DJ Tyrer |
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Innocence By Nick Armbrister Across the gulf of reality I am pulled towards you like a comet towards the sun. To oblivion or salvation? You, just an image in my mind's eye becoming a prescence in my heart. Yet we have never met. Will we ever? Turn words into a life-state, me and you into us. We want the same, so what have we to lose? Only innocence. |
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The River By JP Brown the river runs wild the river runs true the river of my love runs into the sea of you. |
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Flowers By Ian Sawicki Your body fell towards the earth's dark soil, skin flapping in the wind as life abandoned laughter. Silence - where breath used to make music. Stars wept time across Heaven's sparkling ruin, last words painted echoes on stretched imagination. Emptiness - filling the space where we loved. Photographic memory tear up snapshots, negatives sweep positives into the darkest room. Sorrow - feasting upon the fragrant tears. Hope screams wingspans of desolation into the nest, until death do us part mocks the closed eyed rush,. Flowers - decayed now decorate this man. |
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Embrace By DS Davidson Two pairs of arms entwined in a Mobius Strip Of ecstasy and pleasure; unending embrace As two souls, two bodies, become one unique form. |
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Waiting On A Whisper By David Woods Entrenched in traffic, smoke suffocating my brain Trying to hear A whisper Thundering juggernauts, rushing motorbikes Belching their smut, blocking out The sound Through the disseminated chatter Of a thousand stiff suits and their monotones I strain to hear Your whisper |
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My Little Love By Jean Bramhill My little love always makes me high he wipes my tears whenever I cry. My little love is such a dream his love is like rolling stream. My little love is just like a fire that warms me all over with so much desire. My little love is just like sweet wine when I need a drink he's there all the time. My little love is loving and giving he makes my life so worth living. My little love shines as bright as the moon when he smiles he lights up a room. My little love is mine all mine to have and to hold till the end of time. |
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Aron By Aeronwy Dafies You seemed like the world to me The be all and end all, as they say Giving meaning to my life But now you are gone and I find The world keeps turning without you here. |
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Suicide Mind By Bryan Harrison As the pavement draws near, I ponder my dead, if the decision I've made is the right one Or should I have tried, maybe broke down and cried, for some sympathetic act you might have done. I see to the right, flying my suicide flight, a family out enjoying the sunshine. Could that have been us, holding hands on the bus, reminiscing on tales and fun times. I gaze to the left, on my descending guest, at some girls playing tag in the playground. Would our children have been, full of laughter and dreams, if I'd stayed on the building safe and sound. But none of that is important, these are meaningless thoughts... and my decision to jump has been made. Will you have been worried, when my body is buried, what image of you this portrayed. Or will you have cried mock tears, then confirmed my worst fears and gone back to her house to get laid. |
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For My Part By Andy Botterill I love the way you don't put your arms around me. I love the way you don't text me back. I love the way you ignore a phone message I've left. I love the way you no longer initiate a hug, a kiss or even sex. I love the way we no longer do things together and you don't seem to care if I'm there with you or if I'm not. I love the way we go out separately. I love the way you no longer say you love me. You did once. You've forgotten. You used to say it all the time, but memories are short. If you said it now you'd no longer mean it anyway. Empty words are pointless. For my part I wish I could just turn back the clock to what we once had and put whatever went wrong right. |
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Obsession By JP Brown love is like a star unobtainably far yet love is right here whenever you are near love is like a madman simultaneously happy, sad and seriously confused about this macabre carousel love is like a dream which is not what it does seem love it is a vision of the beauty of your face |
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Please By Andy Botterill Let's make this a new start, a place of happiness, not a place of argument, a place where both of us can live and breathe and express ourselves in whatever way we choose. Let's make this a beginning, day one. Erase the memories of all the torturous yesterdays. Let's show care and consideration. Let's be mindful of the other's needs. Let's do what we can. Let's start again. Please. |
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Thank you to everyone who has taken part in Awen Online - I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have! | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||