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Monthly Archives: September 2016
Marie-Therese Taylor
My Book On the Train Someone was reading my book on the train I was ready to say – hey that’s me I wrote that but modesty and a slap of rain turned my eye to the window reflecting I thought … Continue reading
Paul Vaughan
Only Family Richard’s got his wig on. His luscious locks bob furiously, cheeks burning as he remonstrates with stonewall Stella the staff nurse who stands impassive, resists the charms of his patent heels and sheer silky-tighted calves. No. She gestures … Continue reading
Belinda Rimmer
Stone Heavy (a poem in response to Sylvia Plath’s Mirror and Mary Oliver’s Sleeping in the Forest). A cloudless day and Earth saw herself reflected in Sky’s mirror as never before; not cruel but perfect. A small kingdom full of … Continue reading
Rona Fitzgerald
In the levada water sang of slaves who made it keening for home of joy at rain the cool caress of mist. Tales from wind and rain children lost at sea, families displaced. Madeira in December invites warmth orange blossom … Continue reading
Sue Johnson
witching hour to the casual observer we are just an ordinary family clean white net curtains no litter or weeds in the front garden but do not be deceived when night falls we are the prowlers in the park the … Continue reading
David J Costello
Methuselah Life clings to me. Disfiguring the man I used to be. Emaciated, drawn and slack. People stare and children shout abuse behind my back. I can’t unpick or tease apart the complicated knot that used to be my heart. … Continue reading