Pick of the day
Bluebottle Triptych
Posted by Rosa Cruz on Tue, 27 Jun 2017
Bluebottle Triptych(Calliphora Vomitoria)
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In summer’s molten sizzle of days
in a sleepy forest’s midday haze
maggots hatch on a dead bird.
A white tide of squirming rice grains –
lords of death and excrement –
dismantle what it took years to create,
leaving a stack of fine bones,
dusty feathers to flap in the wind.
Story of the week
Very Beret
Posted by Noo on Thu, 22 Jun 2017
My brush with fame was more my hat of fame – if that can be seen as even a thing.When I was doing my degree, I lived in a house with a number of oddballs and ne’er do wells and I loved every minute of it. There was the guy who danced nightly with his mange-ridden dog to Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours. The guy, tall, serious, in rhythm at every step. The dog, on its skinny, back legs, bits of skin snowstorm-flying to the floor. Read more
Poem of the week
The Reproachful Muse
Posted by camilla on Sun, 18 Jun 2017
Its been a very patient sheepdog
never nipping or barking
just walking behind me stopping whenever I did
lying down when I stopped
gazing with big limpid eyes
waiting
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Features
Best Book Plug Ever!
I am a huge fan of well-wisher's excellent children's poems and stories, and I didn't realise he'd published some of them until I read this very funny book plug today:
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Read moreStory and Poem of the Week and Inspiration Point
Story of the Week goes to 'Very Beret', a fascinating and exceptionally glittery piece of life writing by Noo, with two honourable mentions for well-wisher's 'Pareidolia', and skinner_jennifer's 'United in an Ancient Wood'.
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Picks of the Month
The Green and White Dress
Posted by rosaliekempthorne on Sat, 13 May 2017
“Make me a dress for the upcoming gala.” This is Lady Mirithmae. She comes sweeping into my shop, with her gossamer train swishing behind her, her little servant in tow, her shimmering deep red clinging to a figure that's graceful and austere. A willow's grace; a half-grown sapling's, the unset lines, the swannish bend of her neck.
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My Neighbour the Alcoholic
Posted by Jane Hyphen on Sat, 13 May 2017
My neighbour, the alcoholic
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