The Ramingo’s Porch – “In the City of Churches” and other poems by Marianne Szlyk

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In the City of Churches

She spent all Sunday not finding one
as if they had all raced ahead
of her plodding path, as if
her younger self had wished them away.

Instead the streets brought her cafes,
old cookbooks in Polish, a zoo
of toothy animals, dark red flowers
crushed on the sidewalk. Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – “A Different Muddy Waters” A Poem By Bryn Fortey



With its high and low tidal extremes
And strong flowing currents
The River Usk that runs
Through the centre of Newport
Has high muddy banks
Not suitable for swimming
And will tempt only the most
Determined of would-be suicides
Though some do take an occasional plunge

No Blues legend here
Just a dirty old river
No Chess Records superstar
The Usk boasts its own muddy waters Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – “Five Finger Discount” And “The Three Bears” By Catfish McDaris


Five Finger Discount

Nasty Jack was a greaseball biker
from near the Mexican border, he
got his name from his Levis being
so stiff, he could stand them up in
the corner awaiting his reentrance

He was always working on Indians
and Harley Davidsons, occasionally
he applied his magic to four-wheel ve-
hicles, but he preferred the freedom
of riding in the wind, unless he was Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – “The Delivery” A Short Story By John D. Robinson

Portrait Hank Stanton

John D. Robinson portrayed by Hank Stanton


Malcolm Sedgwick was a thirty eight years old, beastly overweight married man of four young children with a mortgage, and a strong commitment to his spiritual belief. He was a very well respected and leading figure in the local church community; any spare time, Malcolm would use to organize fund raising events and social gatherings to promote the good word.

Malcolm worked as a courier for a small but busy inner city delivery service ‘Speed Guaranteed’ He rode a Honda CB125 and his huge hulk dwarfed the small machine and the other couriers would laugh as he left the depot with the bike coughing and spluttering beneath his weight. Malcolm had been employed at the company for five years; most of his fellow employees were younger and he felt them coarse and unread and he mostly kept himself to himself; He was loyal and punctual. Continua a leggere