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Issue # 7 May 2012
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Winston H.Plowes lives on the Rochdale Canal in one of the crevices of The Calder Valley, West Yorkshire, England. His work is shaped and coloured by his natural surroundings and the people and things that pass through. He is interested in experimental or alternative thought processes and sifting through the realities sometimes found in the darker corners of life. Happy on a bicycle all day or in a bar all night he has recently been published in print and on line in such publications as Misery Begins at Home, The Best of Manchester poets II, Incandescent, Along the Iron Veins, The Big Issue in the North, Lynx, Turbulence and The Ghazal Page. His first solo collection of ghazals First of All I Wrote Your Name is to be published by Stairwell Books in the fall of 2012. Read more at

Winston Plowes

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Your hands search for my keys
through smoke
and jazz grows through their fingers.

I want to feel the weight
of you, on me.
to mark my heart this night.

I hold your purple coat –

As it grows heavy
with copper coins.