The Road – A Landmark Novel by Mark McConville

The Road – A Landmark Novel. When you think of masters of American literature, Cormac McCarthy pops up as a true contender. Within his works, stories bloom and portray struggle in the wilderness, the American outback where greed escalates and where cowboys try to survive life-threatening onslaughts. His books aren’t for the fainthearted either, they’re works of fearless fiction…

Vortex Of Disrepair by Mark McConville

Vortex Of Disrepair. You told me the drugs don’t work when I wiped the sweat from your forehead. All over this untidy room are pills and empty bottles which contained cheap wine, the wine that rots your insides. On the bedside cabinet lies medicine bottles, those orange ones they have in movies, those capsules holding your…

Editors – An End Has A Start: Retrospective by Mark McConville

Editors – An End Has A Start: Retrospective. When beauty in music shrouds the world’s pain and its destructive nature, it’s a major success story. When music ripples through your thoughts and makes you see that it can be a lifeline, is a magical feeling. And music is ultimately a gateway to wider terrains and…

Outage by Mark McConville

Outage. What if the power went out? What if hope crashed like an old computer? People would lose their minds. They would arm themselves with everything sharp and dangerous. Dangerous enough to cut through bone if needs be.   It is cold here, so cold I can’t feel my toes. The attic, painted in vibrant colours looks mundane when…

Skin And Bone by Mark McConville

Skin And Bone. The skin draped over me, itches from the dust of this room. Picture frames hang sideways, and flakes of dry, old, white paint covers the carpet. I have been sitting here in old clothes, admiring the photographs of a woman of wonderment. A woman who chronicled through poems of love, our times…

Harsh Rain Falls On Holy Stones by Mark McConville

Harsh Rain Falls On Holy Stones. She pulls the cover over her eyes and embraces the darkness. From now on, she’d like to conceal her face and body. Over these past few years, love has been strained, life has been a mammoth task. Smoking cigarettes and drinking cheap vodka delivers the only real pleasure, speaking…

Cracked Roads by Mark McConville

Cracked Roads. Last summer we spoke about moving away. Paradise beckoned, hope was infused in our alcoholic bloodstreams, but we were steady on our feet, paying our dues and searching for a utopian bubble we could laze around in. Departing this ruined sanctuary, where blood was scrawled in unruly text across walls and doors, kept us awake…

Dreams by Mark McConville

Dreams. It rings true in your head. That day when thunder stole your composure. Your heart jolted for peace and reason on that day too, when she ransacked the apartment of wine and mementos she bought you. From then you’ve run marathon after marathon in your mind, settling in bed under a ceiling covered in her features. Her…

Two Poems from Mark McConville

Can She Show Strength? She wishes colours would surround her She wishes they would blend in and create a whirlwind To paint her body, to cover the scars, the bruises, And the war wounds.   All she sees is grey skies and pills To numb her whimsical ways She feels nothing, she’s empty, And disillusioned…

Dream Big You Said To Me by Mark McConville

Dream Big You Said To Me.   You write with elegance And dance through the hallway when the poetry flows And astounds, and makes you quiver, It’s your medication.   I observe you nailing unwanted notes On a wall coloured in red That’s where the rejection letters hang It’s a shrine of war and blood,…