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Issue # 4 May 2011
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Ruth works in the Student Office at a local secondary school in Dunedin, New Zealand. She enjoys relaxing in the evening playing around with words, especially ones that don't involve I feel sick, I've forgotten my lunch, I'm late. Her poems have appeared in various journals, ezines, and anthologies in NZ, Australia, the UK and US. Ruth edits Poems in the Waiting Room (NZ). An occasional blog may be found at

Ruth Arnison

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Profound thoughts occupy the shower space

why does
the ruby facecloth
flow blood red against 250 thread count
Egyptian cotton percale sheets in a warm wash

yet doesn't
shed one ruby red
droplet in a hot shower?

how come words
which flow so smoothly
into complete shower poems

drain mindlessly
down the plug hole
once the water is turned off?