Pick of the day
Posted by Noo on Sat, 10 Oct 2015
Wer zu Lebzeit gut auf Erden
Erich has heard it all before. He knows the way this is going to go. His mother will tell him it’s too dangerous, that you can’t trust the city –its streets or its people.
But fuck it, he’s going anyway. Of that he’s sure.Read more
Story of the week
Posted by MJG on Fri, 02 Oct 2015‘Heel! Christ if this dog doesn’t do as he’s told he’s got to go’, snapped mum as she yanked Major to a halt. He pulled again.
‘I’ll train him’, mum I pleaded as Major strained after the dog ahead.
‘I bet that’s a bitch on heat.’ she said staring at the ball of black fluff on a pink lead held by a middle-aged woman the shape of a boiled egg with arms and legs.Read more
Poem of the week
Posted by VeraClark on Tue, 06 Oct 2015
non-Cornish pasties taste of the skid marks in a Croydon
stag’s pants or that I only ever bump in to my abusive ex
masked to hide the clouted bits
why Blighty claims ‘we’re full’ with copious leftovers
on fine-boned Wedgwood plates or doors slam but only
in a certain sort of face or
Picks of the Month
Posted by mackatoof on Thu, 01 Oct 2015
You have made of me an autumn wasp.
The last yellow gasp of summer has been uttered
and the air crisped around me, solidifying into
acorns. A quirky carpet for the forest floor,
pebble-dashing the places where leaves could
soon write our epitaphs upon the dying grass.
See the stripes you have painted upon me,
the fluttered slits on my thorax where lightRead more
Posted by Noo on Thu, 17 Sep 2015
The deep violet of evening
You tell me that you’re at war with a sunflower. That you’ve been trying to stand it up straight in the middle of its vase for most of the afternoon; but that whenever you look away, the flower droops to the side, resting on its compadre. Lazy, blousy thing you say.Read more