Monthly Archives: September 2015

Mark Ryan Smith

Darth Vader’s Christmas Card Dear Obi Wan Is it really a year since I last wrote you?  How time flies when life is so full and busy.  Work is so demanding at the moment and I can hardly get time … Continue reading

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Matthew Macdonald

Cloudcatcher the best of his work is done on islands specifically those on the west coast where the sun falls into the sea, carrying the rest of the day with it there is more sky to catch them he watches … Continue reading

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Greta Yorke

Spindrift I step out into a night whose sharpness steals my breath replacing it with salty fusion. No conch trickery, the white noise of distant ebb roars gentle golden grains erased of transient print. The lighthouse glows in haunting persistence … Continue reading

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Lesley Quayle

All the Pretty Children One million of you there in the beginning, calling, crying, whispering. I couldn’t hear. I didn’t know to listen then, swaddled in infancy. By puberty, hushed away, rocked in seashells, snug on the lullaby breeze, only … Continue reading

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Catherine Lang

Train Times “She’s a lassie,” cried ma granny, glarin at ma dad. “Whit she wanted wis a dolly, no a Triang train, ma lad.” But the ingine wi’ its carriage, an’ its shiny smokin stack, meant sweet oors wi’ ma … Continue reading

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Joan Johnston: Two poems

Ada in spring comes out when she’s ready and not before. In a lilac fleece, risking rain showers, she hangs her washing – two bleached tea-towels, an embroidered tablecloth – in the back yard first thing then sits for a … Continue reading

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K Hodgson-Pryce

The Incomer I’ll be honest wi’ ye I dreamt my whole life of living in the Highlands I thought the north westerlies would shove me alive I thought I’d breathe deeper, feel freer think better but the shop assistants shout … Continue reading

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