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One of our lovely poets is East Ridge Review's featured writer for May. Click the link if you'd like to find out more about her: https://www.eastridgereview.com/rachel-deering

‘You are the loneliest girl I’ve ever met,’ Amanda (Jennifer Ehle) tells (Saint) Maud (Morfydd Clark). Amanda is on end-of-life care at her beach home in run down Scarborough. Maud is her live-in nurse. She takes care of her. A servant in the old fashioned sense in that she cooks her meals, feeds her, puts her to bed and gets her up in the morning. Administers (from the word minister) her medication. Maud is a trained nurse, an angel, but she’s...

The publication date is important here, 2008. Let’s say Sylvia Browne wrote the book in 2007. That gives us a baseline to work out how accurate her prophesies are in May 2022. Confirmation bias tends to confirm what we already know, or think we know. Sylvia Browne cannot see a human race beyond the end of this century. With global warming that seems possible, if not probable. ‘…we’ve got a planet that’s slowly warmed to the point of cataclysmic...

Hope you are all well and enjoying the green euphoria of late Spring. Our poem of the week celebrates this beautifully - it's lenchenelf's Eve's Tears. You can read it here: https://www.abctales.com/story/lenchenelf/eves-tears Our Story of the Week is the excellent Legend of the Pah (8) by Jane Hyphen. You can read it here: https://www.abctales.com/story/jane-hyphen/legend-pah-8 The new Inspiration Point is here: https://www.abctales.com/...

opp is it just me or has anyone on here ever done what i just did. done some lovely writing and hit a key and opp it all gone and you can't remember it lol hint to myself and to all copy and paste and save it before you lose it like I just it . i don't know how the rest of you are but when I write, it comes from somewhere don't know where. so once i write it i won't remember it unless it's down on text somewhere lol i always call writing a craft...

There’s a quote from some writer, and I’m sorry to say I can’t remember her name (you might). It goes something like this. ‘Tick, Tick, Boom… That what it is to be a writer. You just keep throwing yourself against the wall and hope something sticks.’ James Robertson’s books usually stick with me. This one doesn’t. It slides down the wall. It’s probably his most autobiographical. The commentator and narrator, well, mostly, is Douglas Findhorn...

Cats were baking on my driveway when I got home. As usual, refilled their water and food bowls. While I was busy with this my neighbor arrived in his girlfriend's car. Don't see him much, two or three weeks might pass before we lay eyes on each other, but we lookout for each other all the same. He brings me all the veggies he doesn't want from the food bank and I bring him beer. Hey, TJ, good to see you. Yeah, man, how you been? Good, good,...

https://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/m000df09/being-gail-porter ‘I’m no longer a pretty girl,’ Gail Porter says in a conversation she’s having with an old friend, but she’s also speaking to the viewer. We judge so much by appearance. And she’s right. She’s no longer young and she’s no longer pretty. Alopecia has robbed her of her trademark blonde hair. In 1999, she was one of the most well-known presenters on telly. Her naked image was...