Pick of the day
A Conversation in Hester Pit. 16 January 1862
Posted by Ewan on Tue, 19 Feb 2019
204 miners died in a Mining Disaster at Hester Pit in January 1862
Image source is Wikipedia Commons, and it is in the public domain.
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Story of the week
La Femme d'argent
Posted by TFH on Wed, 20 Feb 2019
How could I forget the autumn of 1998, and that weekend in Paris? A sullen, funereal mist folded around the city for the entire three days, fallen gold-and-brown leaves sticking to the soles of our shoes as we walked along the Quai de la Megisserie, gently mocking the efforts of the street artists lining the pavement. We climbed the Eiffel Tower, only to see nothing but a blanket of spectral grey from the top.Read morePoem of the week
A Conversation in Hester Pit. 16 January 1862
Posted by Ewan on Tue, 19 Feb 2019
204 miners died in a Mining Disaster at Hester Pit in January 1862
Image source is Wikipedia Commons, and it is in the public domain.
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Features
Story and Poem of the Week and Inspiration Point
Big congratulations to TFH who gets my vote for Story of the Week with 'La Femme d'argent' and to Ewan for 'A Conversation in Hester Pit. 16 January 1862' which is our Poem of the Week'
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POETRY MONTHLY
Hi all, hope all's good where you are and big apologies for the lateness of Poetry Monthly this time! January, as usual, brought some great writing. Here are two poems to have another look at: Read more
I Dreamt I Wrote Another Me by Alex Smith (london_calling79). Out Now!
The latest release by Cerasus Press - ' I Dreamt I Wrote Another Me' by Alex Smith has just been published.
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Picks of the Month
Rise and Fall of the One-Man Empire
Posted by the-real-jaw on Fri, 18 Jan 2019
I unsolved a few mysteries
(a good night’s work)
then strutted the morning streets
with a candle in my head,
half-believing that everyone was
watching me pass,
admiring my
lofty
burning
transcendental
eyes.
That lordly stride!
Those mystical lips!
The sky rolled its eye up over the avenue,
the city shuffled its deck of people,
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Skull
Posted by celticman on Sun, 20 Jan 2019
John was glad he hadn’t stopped drinking, because otherwise it would have been a shame to waste the half-can of Pale Ale he poured on his Cornflakes. There had been a time when he’d thought hard about going on the wagon. When his wife, Effie, left him two, or more years ago.
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