Picks of the Month

June

Gold cherry
Story of the week
Pick of the Month

Goatie 9

Prison bent even young bodies like Harry the Hatchet into a slow shuffle. But everything was done double-paced with the jail-head on. Aching for...
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Gold cherry
Pick of the Month

Jumping Trains

Jumping Trains They call this room, ‘The Pod’. Outside. It’s slatted, curved. A brown tortoise shell. Inside. I distribute Mirtazapine, Tramadol,...
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May

Gold cherry
Pick of the Month

Alien Murmuration - Chapter 14 (1991)

Mum is screaming at me again. I cover my ears and lay my head on the table. “You can’t just block it all out! You have to live this life!” I don’t...
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Cherry
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Ranthambore

Ranthambore Morning humidity with rising haze, sub-continental sun, indigo skies, arcane land-ship of silent voyeurs, clicking cameras and stoical...
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April

Gold cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

This Green Isle

DoodleWhimsy of old, remastered.
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March

Gold cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

the frog pond at equinox

the frog pool at equinox a pool, of deep brown velour, sumptuous folds catch clouds in reverse, a wish of sunlight tucked in at the bottom then...
3 likes
Gold cherry
Story of the week
Pick of the Month

Goatie

MIASMA. That’s the word I was trying to remember. It’s all a bit stupid. It doesn’t really exist in the same way it did then as an invasive force. But you’ve still got the hangover of the word hanging like a bad smell.
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February

Gold cherry
Pick of the Month

The Lion's Mouth - Part 1

Venice in the 14th century was a hotbed of conspiracies and intrigues. The secret police had placed lion- shaped letter boxes on the walls of the city so that citizens could inform on one another if they believed treachery was being committed.
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January

Gold cherry
Pick of the Month

PROFILE

Frank and I were introduced at a party in Argentina, where we both had been living for some months. He was English and I was Canadian, but we were...
Gold cherry
Pick of the Month

She said her name was Winter

After the party, I marked her Just as the colours drained In her gelid crystal necklace Blowing out the lights And hushing the wild creatures She was...

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