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From first perusal of Dee Rimbaud's brilliant cover art the reader is prepared for delightful paradoxes. This A3 broadsheet, folded to A5, presents a rich mixture of genres, styles, and formats.

Among the haiku/senryu I would highlight are: Kathleen Whalen's MANIA BECOMES HER

 
	Best dressed at the races
	An ostrich feather
	Turns into bread and wine

	child sits transfixed...
	waiting for the kettledrum
	to boil

	lapping of waves —
	between me and the sky
	two seagulls

	...
 
	I looked behind your bones
	went out into the desert with them
	scrubbed them in its sand...
 
	and I caught your soul, used it to
	solder tiny dancing girls
	onto a pewter thimble box...

	               ...in the quiet of the hill
	of sunlit damp, wet-painted trees.

THE BROBDINGNAGIAN TIMES consists of a single sheet of A3 folded twice to make a neat A5 magazine. There's a good mix of prose and poetry, with cover art from Tommy Curran and on the "back" cover an editorial exploring the etymology of the words "poet" and "poetry".

When reviewing a small zine such as this it's difficult to pick examples, but I liked the little "haiku" attributed to Thomas Edison:

	Inventors must be poets
	so that they may have
	imagination.

	sound falling heavily.

		glass shattering.

	splinters

		of icons

	await melting

There is an image on the front, and the back contains an article called THE GAY SCIENCE! The editor laments that

Aside from such intentional lack of objectivity, there is another slight problem from the scientist's point of view. Good poetry tends to have a certain quality of infinite suggestion, or too much ambiguity.

This broadsheet has a modern feel with a mixed bag of poems. The standard is rather good. TERRA INCOGNITO by Howard Wright (N Ireland) caught my eye:

	Cube of thunder, hallucinogenic, its thriving corners,
	living lasers and wild ribcage bass, the heart in your chest
	punching its weight, keeping time but amplified

Together with Supplement #6 this final issue is a farewll to its editor. There are regular contributions as well as tribute poems. One of the strongest is BROBDINGNAG — OUT OF TIME by Gerry Brett:

	"Brobdingnag" — where dwelled those giants in literature
	...
	Had this name a claim
	To be our fledgling mast head
	But Gio had the vision
	Grabbed it with both hands
	...
	This broad sheet grew and flourished
	In the global consciousness
	...
	No soft edged critic
	He built a truly brobdingnagian reputation
	For quality distilled from the four corners
	Of this diversity filled world
	...

	... she may grow up to ask questions
	like why does she know this word in Czech.
	And I will tell her, it is because the words
	of a great poet will endure always.

	Sarah drawing
	me and mommy
	bigger than the house