Poem of the week

The Long Drop

What's a time travelling alcoholic to do?

Chinese Whisperers

a poem of very little brain...

San Fairy Ann

Poor Mum! She knew she could never change her lot ...

Green Shoots Of Spring

... and a peace to hope for

Heated by a lone icy stone

Heated by a lone icy stone That set itself before as rock I took as my immortal throne The crystal in our dear Lord's clock And though the frost was savage cold

Lassie: about a Pal (no joke)

...thanks to British-born writer Eric Knight, who wrote the short story...

Deconstructing Human

Love.
Cherry

I remember ...

The way the wine dribbled down the bottle and you wiped it with your hand – licked your fingers as it drizzled down your chin
Cherry

Shades of the Horizon

It was a black and white landscape. Black waves brushing the silent beach Where white sand curled around my numb feet. That was the night we chased each other with the waves

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