Picks of the Month

August

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Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

Submerged

The telly is not working so I forced myself to write a poem.
Gold cherry
Story of the week
Pick of the Month

This is My Rifle . . . This is My Gun

What do you most fear in war? Dying or being wounded? maimed for life? disfigured? After a firefight, shoot out, whatever, anyone injured said “Tell...

July

Gold cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

Tail-end

Tail-end tale in a passing storm
Gold cherry
Story of the week
Pick of the Month

Point Blank Period

So I’m listening to the radio and thinking and writing. It’s funny, watching the tourists run for cover from the daily deluge. Every day, between...
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June

Cherry
Pick of the Month

Daddio and Beyond

DADDIO When I was a pre-school child I played with miniature plastic cowboys and Indians. My parents referred to them as “characters”. I liked ‘em...
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May

Gold cherry
Pick of the Month

The Green and White Dress

“Make me a dress for the upcoming gala.” This is Lady Mirithmae. She comes sweeping into my shop, with her gossamer train swishing behind her, her...
Gold cherry
Pick of the Month

My Neighbour the Alcoholic

My neighbour, the alcoholic Knows everything but remembers little She eats good food, pickles it herself She won’t let anyone see inside Privacy...

April

Gold cherry
Story of the week
Pick of the Month

The List

My mother died as she lived. In Marks and Spencer's Food Hall.

March

Gold cherry
Poem of the week
Pick 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.
Cherry
Pick of the Month

Grimms49

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...
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