Pick of the day

Bad news

Somehow nothing stops.
Nobody else feels the anger.
Nobody else shouts into their pillows
Or stares blankly at white walls.

People just keep walking,
Talking as though everything
Was the same as yesterday 
When nothing was the same.

The car pulled up
And it felt like it was raining,
It was definitely dark,
Your face was sallow.

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Story of the week

Lakehouse

The headings are a nod to Iris Murdoch's 'The Sea, The Sea', a wonderful book :)Read more

Poem of the week

Last Night I became an Emperor Moth

I rode through the liquid night,
as a melon-slice moon crested a bank of cloud.
Part of the hush and curve of the universe;
Pleiades above me a diamond cluster ring.
Clothed in starlight, wings powdered,
furry belly glossy and plump.

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Features

Story and Poem of the Week and Inspiration Point

Two stunning pieces take this week's honours: Stephen Thom's 'Lighthouse' and Rosa Cruz's 'Last Night I Became An Emperor Moth'. Big congratulations to both and please do read them - they're both wonderful:

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Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week

A couple of gems for you this week from Terrence Oblong and OverTheTop1 via Seashore plus a relatively easy Inspiration Point to get your creative juices flowing:

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Poetry Monthly

Synaesthesia was the theme of your work last month and your poems emerged with similar considerations: social treatment of individuals with sensory differences. Take time to read how varied and imaginative the poetry was:

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Bee's Journey

Picks of the Month

Magic

Removed for tidying up and subs. Thank you.

 

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Sticks

'There was a grove, dark with holm-oaks, below the Aventine, at sight of which you would say: ‘There’s a god within'. The centre was grassy, and covered with green moss, and a perennial stream of water trickled from the rock.'

Ovid. Fasti. Book III, March 1, Kalends.

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