Even for the many extremely talented authors out there, making a living from their trade is not easy. Write On!...
This week’s entry by Mary Walsh is a simple but timely poem. Submitted to Pen to Print for consideration several...
by Eithne Cullen Today we’re reflecting on what we’re going to tell our children and grandchildren when this is all...
by Jenny Gibson Ask me again later which number is greater: All the world’s scars or all the heavens’...
by Eithne Cullen The tea hut’s closed no rowing boats for hire the Alfred Hitchcock’s shutters down; people walk...
by Philip Shamplina In the beginning, from your birth You’ll never know, in the future, what you’ll be worth...
by Benedict Ushedo Ragged. He walks on … In gentlemanly dignity Confident in his strides Threadbare tie in...
by Denise Woodhouse I like to think I’m not superstitious, yet I always slyly nod or take a sharp,...
by Mary Walsh When I was young, I looked for the brow of the hill. With light footsteps, I...
by Eithne Cullen The sign tells us we’ll see the Barking Gecko, well, I can tell you I’ve never...