Pick of the day
What Kept Me From Wanting . . .
Posted by hudsonmoon on Fri, 16 Nov 2018
What kept me from
wanting to die sometimes
was a look on her
face in the mirror
It told me not to be
thinking such thoughts
get a grip on yourself
don’t surrender
Don’t give in to sadness
don’t you dare let me down
I‘ll watch as you wake
every morning
And I’ll carry your sadness
and my sadness, too
to the river
and watch
as it drowns
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Story of the week
Passive Voice
Posted by Noo on Wed, 14 Nov 2018
“I’m aggressive-aggressive,The past is over.
Now the passive seems so pathetic.”
Marilyn Manson, The Mephistopheles of Los AngelesRead more
Poem of the week
Mesopotamia
Posted by Philip Sidney on Sun, 11 Nov 2018
fragments from the past
will not join
to make a memory
we live in the disconnect
but for a moment you are there
in a sepia photograph
with Felix
who has an open face
elegant on a stool in a field
an easy way with him
cigarette between fingers
Features
POETRY MONTHLY
Poetry Monthly – November
Hello all,
I hope all’s good where you are! Last month’s Poetry Monthly focus, as usual, produced some great writing and here are three to go back to:
Read moreSTORY AND POEM OF THE MONTH
Our Story and Poem for the month of October have been chosen by Philip Sidney:
October is that strange month of transition. It sits on the border of life and death. A time for contemplation and a time to be unsettled.
Read moreSTORY AND POEM OF THE MONTH
For the month of September our picks have very kindly been chosen by Mark Say:
Poem of the month
At sea with you by caribou_
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Story and Poem for the month of August very kindly chosen by Rhona Miller (love_writing):
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Picks of the Month
Of one thing we can be certain
Posted by Noo on Sun, 07 Oct 2018
Plastinates
We have become something else
Like the weird sisters’ old riddle -
Lesser than ourselves and greater.
We are chemicals and frozen bones,
A delicate tangle of sinew.
Sagging breasts and wide eyes,
Like cold, blue marbles.
We do the things we always have –
Ballet dancing and basketball,
Playing cards with others,
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Aura (1)
Posted by Stephen Thom on Tue, 30 Oct 2018
Image attribution: Wikimedia Commons
Author: Blanford, William Thomas, 1888
License: CC BY-SA 3.0