Picks of the Month

August

Gold cherry
Story of the week
Pick of the Month

Sticks

'There was a grove, dark with holm-oaks, below the Aventine, at sight of which you would say: ‘There’s a god within'. The centre was grassy, and...

July

Gold cherry
Pick of the Month

Birthday phone call

‘Hello stranger’ dad says, his chuckle dry and good-natured, the laugh of an overgrown kid. I’m sitting on a bench along the Southbank with my back...
Gold cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

Eriksay

I wished to write ‘An ode to you’ – no, too thoughtless too common those words never reached the screen and I wonder if they reached you as I tried...

June

Gold cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

Letters to Herself

I woke up speaking in riddles, heart raging against a world shaking, changing, escaping my mother cried soft lullabies of light and mystery in a...

April

Cherry
Pick of the Month

Bee's Journey - (the last leg)

We take it for granted that to make a journey is to travel from A to B, but it's not always as simple as that. There are often so many stops and...

March

Gold cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

Bombinations

By CBS Television. - eBay item photo front photo back, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=21224677
Gold cherry
Story of the week
Pick of the Month

COSMIC ARBORETUM

The café in the village square was once a well-known haunt of agitators who, in my youth, scribbled polemics on the backs of menus. They were mopped...
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February

Gold cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

recoil

You said Everybody told me to avoid you you're too unstable for me. I can turn myself inside out if that's what you want but I'll still be lost at...
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Cherry
Pick of the Month

An Ending

The cursor blinks steadily, beating out non-human time without mercy. I break its gaze to look out of the grimy first-floor window. Above the parade...

January

Gold cherry
Story of the week
Pick of the Month

As long as sea beats on stone

The sleek body of the dive bomber plunged, the arc of its wingspan and tremendous feedbacked screech cutting the air around it to ribbons. The ships...
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