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 Lynda Shepherd Spaghetti bolognese and a school letter had brought me here. Well, my own stubborn streak might...
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...
by Alison Meakin Pen to Print based in Dagenham Library, Professional services for those writing literacy. Encouraging the beginner...
by Philip Shamplina Holocaust Memorial Day We stood in silence, nothing more to say Remembering what has happened in...
by Eithne Cullen He stepped off the train and flourished his travel card, The world’s your Oyster! He told...