by Ann Dineen Stark and still is the slumbering blackberry bush in muted winter A quite custodian of September’s...
by E.M. Swift-Hook Hail the harrowed pumpkin! Tormented, scraped and cut Your entrails ripped out from within, To bake...
by Sky Kelly The metropolis burned It brightened up the sky the scorching flames ignited so high The people...
by Holly Rae Garcia Nestled deep in the heart of the Atchafalaya Basin in Louisiana is the Bay Sirius...
by Jane Jago The willow man’s breath fogs the window He scratches the glass with twiggy fingers You hide...
by Victoria Taylor Times have changed, my friend. When will these troubles ever end? Do you remember when we...
by Matthew Wixey Pen to Print Short Story Competition 2018/19 Winner The window of Michael’s bedroom looks out on to...
by Mariam Siddiqui I am a grown woman lost Whose childish tendencies May lead her to destruction Or maybe,...
by Eithne Cullen ReadFest event: Poetry at the Archive Our visit to the Archive and Study centre at Valence House...
by R J Cambridge I look through the old musty curtains, unchanged in all the years I have been coming...