OVERHEARD ON TOP OF THE TIDAL BARRIER By Carol Coiffait

I know it's a long way from Venice, but I'd say that sky is pure Canaletto. You what? Stick a few mature trees under it, say some English oak and elm, an old-style farmer and his dog, a cart piled high with hay pulled by a horse from a brewery dray and it's a bloody Constable.

What rot! I only meant the layers of cloud, that cumulus, that sky. Not what's underneath it. You might as well say it's a Giorgione minus tits. O.K. O.K. Keep your hair on mate. No need to get sarcastic. The city does look pretty good and yes, that sky's fantastic.

Yeah, the River Hull's the Grand Canal, its gondolas just out of sight and Clarence Flour Mill is St. Mark's, in this quality of light. Oh, absolutely. Quite. And, if you listen carefully when the wind is right, you'll hear the lightermen singing: "Oh Solo Mia.." Every flaming night.

Copyright © Carol Coiffait 2004 Photographs courtsey and Copyright © Andy Hogben

Europe, UK, Poetry - FOUR WINDS ON THE HULL By Carol Coiffait

	The South Wind is a laddish lover: He fends me off, pushing me back on myself afraid of his own reflection in my green silk gown, as I go sliding through the town. I skirt the tanneries, the snags on rusted hulls, the miles of fine silt, patterned by rats and gulls..I'm craving for the real mud-flats, Read more...

Europe, UK, Poetry - AMOR VINCIT O By Carol Coiffait

	Over the greasy cobbles of their youth at night, they sometimes risk it; arm in arm and slow as spring-time seeking out the truth, the depth of friendship in the nearest bars. But once a week, on pension day never mind the weather, they lock Read more...

Europe, UK, Poetry - Shingle Street By Carol Coiffait

	Of course the waves help She uses them for lift-off. Out, past where they break She waits for the seventh one See, it's bigger than all the rest. She leaps astride her boneless horse And it lifts and flings her beach wards. Read more...

Europe, UK, Poetry - Between The Lines By Carol Coiffait

	Between the need for nicotine and a trip upstairs, I forget what it is I wanted to say. Between the wine and coffee I forget who I am and slip inside your skin, your country, breathe mountain air, taste honey Read more...

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Europe, UK, Articles - Bill Hicks By Rich Mills

What is the world? For it is not the planet, that is just a place where the world has found a home. The world is us the people! The human race.. As the song goes.. "We are the world, we are the people." Anyway that is all little more than US-career-boosting-corporate-schmaltz, but does have a certain truth to it. However I'm digressing from my point. Which is actually the now-dead razor-sharp comedian and 'commentator on life'.. Read more...

Sports Football - Sunday League 4th Jan 2004 HASSG Lions and Qandil 6 - Malt Shovel FC 6.

	by Mo with 5 Video AVI's of The Game This week's match produced a bounty of goals for both sides along with a fair share of controversy and terrific spirited action. I met up with the Hassag Lions lads as usual in Pearson Park at 10 am, to be given the news that a Hull Daily Mail journalist and photographer were due to come along and write a piece on them. Read more...

Asia, Iraq, Food - Mixed Roasted Vegetables by Amy

	OK guys this is not an Iraqi Recipe, BUT EVERYONE LOVES IT! I give it ***** (five stars) Prep time approx 20-25 minutes. Bake 45 minutes. Ingredients 1 Eggplant, cut into chunks, 1 each red green and yellow peppers (red/yellow optional), chopped coursely, 1 onion cut into wedges and separated, 2 medium zucchini (or any green squash, or leave out entirely) chopped Read more...

Africa, Poetry - Mosi Oa Tunya

	by Michelle Dee Clark Smoke that thunders, masking the coming storm Young men of Chinoyi disappear Men and women tortured for telling the truth Tyrannical regime, that's what they fear And who, are they? Read more...