Pick of the day

Citalopram - Prelude


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Story of the week

Civil War

“Oy,” said the café owner, “You can’t sit here.”
“Who me?” said Oleg. He’d been coming to the café every week for the last five years and had always sat in the same seat.
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Poem of the week

Only one Song

There was only one song in the woods

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Poetry Monthly - Good News!

I am very pleased to be able to tell you that the lovely Noo is going to be taking over Poetry Montly, starting at the beginning of May.

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Picks of the Month

My Mother And I Agree On Something

I lost my Mum last month. She was a funny and wise woman, and I wrote this last year after a conversation during which, for once, we really did agree on something.

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Tony shares a room at the top of the stairs with Bruno. ‘He’s a bed-wetter,’ whispers Julie. ‘We may get him up during the night to take him to the toilet.’ Small with chestnut-colour hair, Julie’s pink top, opens at the neck with a glint of a gold crucifix, matches a tight skirt which hobbles her. She smells nice, likes to giggle, catches his shoulder as if to stop herself from falling.

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