Picks of the Month
January
Rise and Fall of the One-Man Empire
I unsolved a few mysteries (a good night’s work) then strutted the morning streets with a candle in my head, half-believing that everyone was...
- Read more about Rise and Fall of the One-Man Empire
- 5 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 1059 reads
Skull
John was glad he hadn’t stopped drinking, because otherwise it would have been a shame to waste the half-can of Pale Ale he poured on his Cornflakes...
- Read more about Skull
- 23 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 3508 reads
December
Words
All I want for Christmas is words. Just a scatter of words. Just a handful. I find my eyes drawn back towards the phone on the wall in the hallway –...
- Read more about Words
- 7 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 1343 reads
Spring a Butterfly
Dusty cocoon of box tight packed through warmer days deep green wire limbed larvi unbends into branches of frizzy plastic tree tall, when you both...
- Read more about Spring a Butterfly
- 13 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 2070 reads
November
Magpies
Walking in the dead grey November days, just slits Open wide enough to see Magpies gather in a tree ‘You’re alive,’ they rasp I check myself; a...
- Read more about Magpies
- 19 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 3344 reads
Mr Russ.
I don’t have any War Medals from relatives. Dad did National Service in 1950, but was too young to serve in WW2. My Granddads were too young for WW1...
- Read more about Mr Russ.
- 20 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 3440 reads
October
Aura (1)
Image attribution: Wikimedia Commons Author: Blanford, William Thomas, 1888 License: CC BY-SA 3.0
- Read more about Aura (1)
- 12 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 2726 reads
September
At sea with you
I want it to happen again I want to wade right out Into the middle of your life No raft, no float, no arm bands
- Read more about At sea with you
- 8 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 1489 reads
Again
So, here I am. Standing in this familiar hallway with a suitcase in each hand, wondering if I should be here at all. Turn around and leave again? I...
- Read more about Again
- 4 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 846 reads
August
Brooklyn Heart
The sunlight glare on the mirror washed out James Eliot's nineteen-year-old face making his eyes pale and translucent. On the wall there was a shadow...
- Read more about Brooklyn Heart
- 6 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 1489 reads