Submitted by Ben Fentiman Hall

On a street that brooks no water

Once the home of some old author

Who remembered the forgotten

So they said

I wonder what he’d make of it

This washed up tosh of worn and sick

Still gathering for crumbs

Instead of bread

Would he tell their luckless stories

About the food banks and the debt?

And the search for orange labels

To get fed

Or would he come the voyeur

And do a docusoap for Channel 4

About shirkers never getting

Out of bed?

I like to think he wouldn’t

But all we really know

Is his words and salty tastes

Cos Charlie’s dead


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Photo Credit: “Creekside at Night” – Jeremy Sams


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The Vita Brevis Team

“Ars longa, vita brevis" (art is long, life is short). This maxim so moved us that it seemed only right to title our online poetry magazine after it. It may seem curious that we chose Vita Brevis (life is short) as our title instead of Ars Longa (art is long). But this choice was more than appropriate; after all, the aim of our journal is to publish work that shows a keen awareness of not only art’s beauty and immortality but life’s toils and finiteness. We want to revive and nourish the rich existential literature that forms when art and the human endeavor collide.

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