Sunday, 22 July 2012

Anthony Ward


I remember the ol’ factory odour,
The smell of sulphur flaying the air.

My past constructed more by the present.
My sentimentality smoothing my memories,

Removing burrs until decorative-
Enough to display.

Polishing them as I bring them out
Of the cabinet of my conscious

Passing them around to let others see
The things that made me what I am.

Anthony Ward tends to fidget with his thoughts in the hope of laying them to rest. He has managed to lay them in a number of literary magazines including Enhance, Drunk Monkeys, Speech Therapy, Thousand Shades of Grey, Turbulence, Incandescent, Torrid Literature Journal and The Rusty Nail, amongst others.