Chela creative area
Dubai Beach
Cleared of scrub, the desert sand,
is scorched to searing heat.
I lie on cushions,
shadowed by palm trees
while a camel,
swathed in red and yellow,
sashays elegantly past.
Above the turquoise sea
hangs a parachute, a body
dangling from a tangle of cords
like a fly caught in a spider’s web.
It drifts imperceptibly,
anchored by invisible thread
to a boat far below.
Hanging there helplessly
while the boat considers
whether to leave it there for now
or haul it slowly in for lunch.
Poetry by Anthony Fisher
From My Restaurant Window High in Dubai
The Terrace
A Septic Tank Addresses ACUF
At the Pictures
Brimsdown
Musings at a Urinal in Dubai
Silas Jones
The New Inn
Dusk Maes Mawr Farm
Poetry by Valerie Darville
You longed for the Sea
Do Cats Have Ethics?
Dubai Beach
Sonnet: Fashion Victims
The Silver Fish
Jacob
Strawberries for Fish
The Road to Fujairah
The Bay Hotel, Lyme Regis, Halloween 2000
Kentucky Fried Chicken in Georgia USA
Quill
Lavoir de Semier



