Pick of the day
Story of the week
Posted by The Other Terre... on Sat, 15 Sep 2018I was woken early one morning by a hammering on my back door. I quickly dressed and rushed downstairs where I found Alun holding ladies clothing.
"I've brought you this dress, Jed," Alun said. "A nice flowery one. I think it's your size, perhaps a tad loose."
"That's very kind," I said, being as polite as possible, "But I don't wear dresses. I prefer shirts and trousers."Read more
If I were to list honourable mentions for this week's Poem of the Week, I would literally be here for hours and I can't spare the time as I need to find my train ticket for York, so just read everything with a cherry on it and you won't miss out on what's been a...Read more
Picks of the Month
Posted by Rosa Cruz on Sat, 25 Aug 2018
She mastered the art of invisibility
when he roared home from the pub
knuckle missiles heat-seeking
her mother, the furniture or her.
She ghosted along corridors
fear scything heart and nerves;
she learnt to breathe silently,
not speak, laugh or cry out loud.
At mealtimes she’d shrink into the chair,