The first of many!
I have always been interested in ekphrastic writing, writing which is inspired by a work of art, so I am particularly pleased to feature these pieces by Nawar Morelli and Susie Gharib. Shirley Bell A Drop Statuesque, he surveys from … Continue reading Nawar Morelli & Susie Gharib
Shall I Go Gently? I’ve always been indecisive and I’m still undecided but soon I will have to choose whether to build my ship, and furnish it comfortably and sail with you gently into the dark into oblivion gently or to rage and fight scratch and bite kick and scream so that you have to drag me to where I will not follow gently into oblivion into the darkness the inevitability of the end whichever way I choose. Mermaid It was the change in her hair she noticed first growing now like harsh thin weed … Continue reading Lynn White
BARELY COLD Paula tried the front door. Locked. But the car was in the drive. Covered in the yellow, curling leaves that had fallen from the ginger-haired sugar maple that sprouted from the neighbour’s lawn and shook its detritus over … Continue reading John Higgins
MYSELF AS ENEMY I seek asylum from myself, but where can I go that does not involve walking across the broken borders of alcohol, or the splintered languages of medication? Where can I go to escape the madness … Continue reading Edward Lee Poetry
Air Raid I poured boiling water over their nest; the red ants in a disorganised frenzy beneath the Yemeni sky, slowed, as their Duracells expired, to a limp, entangled heap. Revenge can be honeyed vinegar spread on the ruins … Continue reading Dr Arthur Broomfield
Strip the Gilded Urgency in your (impulsive) methods of transgression (faltering/declined transactions) see just how flying off the (cuffed) handle leaves us backwards from where we started Aggression in your (silent) lack of observations (obstinate/scaredy-cat stubbornness) careful not to cut too deep in (captured) organs though there’s no threat of such if you forget to finger keys There is a world (life is full & more wealthy than simple riches will ever offer) that exists outside … Continue reading Scott Thomas Outlar
I play the perfect cover drive Easing on to my back foot Saturday early early Summer, elevenish a sound of cork like popping the axe fall of linseeded willow throughout the mowing suburbs My spine straight as a … Continue reading James Walton
Listening To Ted Reflections on how the work of Ted Hughes influenced me as a young writer and continues to do so:- As a child I ran through the summer fields, composing poetry in my head, long before I ever … Continue reading Matthew Spittles article
Harvest The corn has toiled all summer, gasping for air on hot days, braving storms, riding insymphony with westerly gusts. An orange, blood moon arrives early and sits, ballooning, fixed low on the horizon, mesmerising the thin clouds,holding … Continue reading Matthew Spittles poetry
Ivory Lace “We should be at home cleaning out the slatted shed. What was so urgent that we had to come to town today?” says Jack, banging the car door shut. Connolly gently closes the passenger door, plucks a piece … Continue reading Anne Walsh Donnelly – flash fiction
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