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Issue #5: Where do you belong?

June 10, 2012
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Welcome to Issue #5 of Friction Magazine. We have 18 writers for you, whittled down from our largest submission since we began publishing two years ago, and perhaps the toughest task yet of saying no to so many great, publishable stories and poems. For Issue #5 we wanted as much as possible to a) shape the issue around the theme of Belonging, which followed on from the successful NCLA Festival of Belonging Apr 30 – May 6; and b) to continue to publish local writers, especially those with a link to Newcastle University, to maintain our purpose of showcasing the writing happening in both this university and city. We hope that Friction Magazine has provided a home, somewhere to belong, for writers in the North East of England, at the same time as connecting those writers in intriguing, creative and thoughtful ways with other writers around the world. So let…

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Two Poems

June 10, 2012
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In the Forest I went into the forest, wanting to be forgotten for a morning, but was found: A doe and fawn footed their way toward me inch by inch…

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Litany

June 10, 2012
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When crossing West St. I saw her: Singular vessel of devotion, A robust scarf held back her hair, Full of grace and desires unspoken. Singular vessel of devotion But she…

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Sonnet Review: NCLA Festival of Belonging, May 2012

June 10, 2012
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That first term at Churchill, when Tim Cribb Made us study ‘Ulysses’ the first week, my thing Was that ‘Postmodernism is naught but modernism With all but one of the…

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Impostor

June 10, 2012
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A Dessert Poem Free baklava for the beautiful Greek girl I named him Demetrios. He was so darned Greek. Gold-kissed curls across his round uncle’s head. Thick, lovely accent released…

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Waiting for the Birds

June 10, 2012
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I am waiting for the birds to let me in. I will join their private conversations yell public messages to my friends sing songs like beaks, like plummage. The tunes…

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Quo Vadis-Swan Hill

June 10, 2012
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This is Australia in microcosm. Of the fourteen of us here eight are over fifty (over sixty if we’re honest). The two chefs are native born but the food is…

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Two Poems

June 10, 2012
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the tailor of coalburn this ancient dene, enclosed by act of law, still bears our name, though title’s lost. your sons & theirs would scratch its toughened skin for troves…

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I Sit Perched on my Father’s Shoulders

June 10, 2012
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a golden bird with ruby beak, as outside acorns fell from oaks, grainy and green, rattling screen porch, pavement and deck. Sometimes when a breeze would move my fickle young…

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In Flux

June 10, 2012
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So much to feel about a picture window, fingerprinted glass, nose prints and lip impressions, ghost patterns of a private past. So much to feel about the sullen world, geese…

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Time-Lagged in California

June 10, 2012
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Coyotes scratch outside the bay window the night is fire warm, stars fill the sky with their furious clefts of silver light the way sweetly scented lotus lilies hover on…

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Buffalo

June 9, 2012
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There was Omar, Omar and his sister. She was tall and old and liked mischief. Omar liked inviting me to his basement. We lived in small places, apartments, but somehow…

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She Tries Her Tongue

June 9, 2012
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I’ve always felt nervous when meeting new people. Not because I’m worried about what they’ll think of me, but because at some point in the conversation I will no doubt…

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Party Animals

June 9, 2012
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I only ever went to one party, and I didn’t really see what all the fuss was about. I hadn’t been invited but I was there anyway. This, to my…

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Centre Stage

June 9, 2012
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Ms. Bowen flipped off the switch on the overhead projector at the front of her classroom. When the light went off, Sandee looked up, wondering who was about to get…

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Saga

June 9, 2012
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ON Many days now I see my father looking back at me in the morning mirror; a witness to my achievements and my failings. His eyes dark as charcoal, lined…

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Cold Exit

June 9, 2012
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It was that time of evening when Gregory Paignton would draw his chair close to the cold windowpane, as the buildings began to exhale.  Nights ago, a stubborn frost had…

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Everything That Hasn’t Happened To Me

June 9, 2012
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This is how it went. I had just finished the photoshoot for my home-recorded album Low-Flying Birds and was still wearing the wings and feathers the three Polish girls had…

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A Bicycle Built for Two

June 9, 2012
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In the spring of 1989, Robin Moore called an ad into the Seattle Personals.  She had just purchased a tandem bike in burgundy-silver and needed a partner. Robin received many…

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