Featuring work by Anne Anderson, John Douglas, and Percy Bysshe Shelley.

Venus Fly Trap

by Anne Anderson

His mobile Venus fly trap
took three weeks to conquer her dress
Why me?
I’m just the woman in the supermarket
Buy gravy and ketchup instead.

Just cause you’re a failing stallion
in a false world of happy families,
although you are very good looking
dip into you’re snout bag
Casanova and dream



by Anne Anderson

Philandering peacock

strutting patrol

plight of the ‘other half” disorder

Byronic hero with Armani sock

she doesn’t know ecstasy, as yet!

Until she unearths

his betrayal.

She thinks he

is at




o   K

o  K

o  K

O   K

O   K

O   K!

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by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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by Anne Anderson

The lonely duck sits in wait for her mate
She waits-
till life – is a wait!

Monogamy is a fairy tale –
look over the strawberry fields
there  he is playing

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by Anne Anderson

Between fish and lilacs, Oceans and Heavens

musky beginnings to deep elevens,

a brand new morning to sweet- sweet ginger

a Paloma Picasso to a light sweet liquor.

A jasmine forest, spicy and deep

peaches, God, the earth to upkeep,

vinegar, water, ripe fruit, clove.

Chalice essence, cinnamon and a woman’s love.

Wet garbage or

sweet yummy candy,

spongey, earth meat and

a minty dandy

she is

she is

she is

she is

she is

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Poreclain Dreams

by John Douglas

In private Valhalla, all mottled creams,

The kingliest throne, how empty it seems

 Agony meets ecstacy, pain-tinted joy

Cocoa-stained lips pucker, then swell

The brown anger released;

Into rivers of gold

Freedom found from those bowels of Hell

Violence erupts in the valley of fear

Burnt umber invaders,

Bring war again

Wince! Wince! Shed not one tear;

Brush to the cheek, rosy; and flush

Now restful though tender; flesh aflame and so sore

Agony, now ecstacy; dreams porcelain once more.

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Enticing Tuesday

by Anne Anderson

Yet Tuesday’s here, he’s all forgotten.
Time has dwindled away,
but the ticking of the chiming clock
sends salacious sensations her way.

Bonk, Bonk goes nature’s clock
screech, scratching finger nails
pelvic clenching her organismic fire
as her mobile Venus fly trap entrails

They say love is a form of mania
what about lust and desire,
guess there’s better things to worry about
than calming Venus’ fire

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Love’s Philosophy

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

 The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the Ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
in one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?–

See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;

And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?