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Vanessa put down the phone and stood behind Spencer, staring at the top of his head, light brown skin showing through the gaps in his thick dark hair...

I accept that for some the poppy is unacceptable. (That statement would bear thinking about for a moment or two). I shall not engage with any rants in the comments. Thank you. BTW this is the only poem I entered for a comp this year. (Of course it didn't).

‘I’m not going to school,’ I said. ‘How no?’ she asked. ‘Cause,’ my voice cracked and went up a notch. ‘I’m no well.’ Her arm shot out and a cupped...

The house watched unfeeeling, as the turbulent sea crashed upon the slate-gray boulders guarding its shoreline. The sea air was redolent with brine...

Words fired like quills and hair pulled sore at the root. Shins blackened in brute blows. Flesh hung out to dry in frigid shows of shame. Unchosen on...

A crowded but lonely place.

We are called upon to come here, to cliff, to strand, to hilltop, summoned to the coast to make the most of sundown. With hundreds silently watching...

Max and Stinky sat in the dinghy and cracked open two beers. “Tuna sandwich?” said Stinky. “Sure. It may be the only kinda fish we’ll see all day.”...