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Issue # 2 September 2010
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Middle-aged and mildly neurotic, Laurice has been re-arranging words since 1994, after attending art school in a misguided and unsuccessful attempt to ward off a mid-life crisis. She's earned money from at least six poems and several competitions, and has managed her emotional life without illegal self-medication, despite a brief stint as a life model. Early retirement enabled her to rise from committee member of the New Zealand Poetry Society to National Coordinator in charge of everything. Election to President occurred when no-one else wanted the job. Four adult children are proud of her achievements, her husband merely bemused.

Laurice Gilbert

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Emo Concerto

She thinks she knows where she's going.
Lacking charm, she masks herself in lament -
playing with the truth, dancing with knowing,
hiding behind an orchestrated discontent.

As she sings her life in a minor key,
denying the harmonics of happiness,
"unrequited love" and "lost opportunity"
swell her heart with fruitlessness.

In the vivid moonlight of self-delusion
wingbeats of homeless birds provide a rhythm:
relentless in her air of disillusion
she conducts life as empty as a silent hymn.