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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day

Curtis Brown

Property 26-2-24

After West Bank settlement marketing event… in New Jersey.

Some old masters may have operated in good faith:
unclear how they made their riches.

Vidushi Rijuta

Chances

I had nothing to lose,
so I took a chance.

Hilary Hares

The Crofton Road home team play football with the moon

They have no kit to speak of but compensate
with unshakeable belief they’ll ace the cup.

Sue Finch 

The moon is a Punch in the sky.

A boy is carrying a bruise.

And nobody is talking to either of them
about ordinary things.

Heather Holcroft-Pinn

These things I know,
and in knowing, can do . . .

Previously featured

Hilary Hares

The Crofton Road home team play football with the moon

They have no kit to speak of but compensate
with unshakeable belief they’ll ace the cup.

read more

Recent Prose

Simon Ravenscroft

Blessed are the weak of mind for they shall have the appearance of answers and be troubled only when they encounter people with contrary answers and yet . . .

Tom Cardew

I pat its head until its face starts to flatten. Its body meets the floor, legs buckle under the weight of my enthusiasm . . .

Scott C. Holstad

Fifteen hours of processing time later, I was in my cell block and already two confrontations with Six Shooter, a massive Crip from the Compton/North Long Beach area, with a ‘tude. Early on he and his set surrounded me, two of them 187s like him. They made sure I knew if I stepped out of line, I wouldn’t be leaving while breathing. That didn’t go down with me very well. Some have said I have an attitude problem.

Rebecca Klassen

1)      Liana vines are rooted in the earth and use trees to climb towards the canopy.

Mum sews in her armchair, the embroidery hoop in one hand like a tambourine as she plays it with cotton, the needle’s tempo remaining steady when Dad gets home from the pub again. I notice the root sprouting next to me from the carpet, curling around Mum’s ankles.

Luke Reilly on National Flash Fiction Day

The man is a master. Through livestreams and televisions and retinas, through a giant screen in the city centre, sixty million people have been watching his furrowed brows. Waiting for his fingernails to pick up a piece of clamshell or slate and place it on a gridded board.

Recent Haiku

R.C. Thomas

The Universe dreamed I’d come to its restaurant. I needed to pass the time before my train home.

Anthony Lusardi

the highway asphalt. reeks of exhaust and burnt rubber. the cars and trucks go by. the sun boiling and you rotting.

Chen-ou Liu

snow crystals
on my neighbor’s windows …
Foreclosure askew

& more

Shasta Hatter

Empty Basket

Driving down the boulevard, I see large trees decorated with pink and white blossoms, evergreens tower over houses, trees flourish with spring greenery.

Jayant Kashyap

We are in the bath, your hands
around my back, mine around yours—
everything covered in a fog.

News

Word & Image

Jonathan Edis

Jonathan Edis

The Days of Our Girls

I can’t look
at you
or make my peace
with you now
but you are…

read more

Filmpoems

Martin Rieser

Martin Rieser

We came to the tree with open arms
in hope, with a feel for rain,
we left the forest’s endless charms
and the lost words, and the new alarms
for the great tree’s growing pains.

read more

Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day

Curtis Brown

Property 26-2-24

After West Bank settlement marketing event… in New Jersey.

Some old masters may have operated in good faith:
unclear how they made their riches.

Vidushi Rijuta

Chances

I had nothing to lose,
so I took a chance.

Hilary Hares

The Crofton Road home team play football with the moon

They have no kit to speak of but compensate
with unshakeable belief they’ll ace the cup.

Sue Finch 

The moon is a Punch in the sky.

A boy is carrying a bruise.

And nobody is talking to either of them
about ordinary things.

Heather Holcroft-Pinn

These things I know,
and in knowing, can do . . .

News

Word & Image

Jonathan Edis

Jonathan Edis

The Days of Our Girls

I can’t look
at you
or make my peace
with you now
but you are…

read more

Filmpoems

Martin Rieser

Martin Rieser

We came to the tree with open arms
in hope, with a feel for rain,
we left the forest’s endless charms
and the lost words, and the new alarms
for the great tree’s growing pains.

read more

Previously featured

Hilary Hares

The Crofton Road home team play football with the moon

They have no kit to speak of but compensate
with unshakeable belief they’ll ace the cup.

read more

Recent Prose

Simon Ravenscroft

Blessed are the weak of mind for they shall have the appearance of answers and be troubled only when they encounter people with contrary answers and yet . . .

Tom Cardew

I pat its head until its face starts to flatten. Its body meets the floor, legs buckle under the weight of my enthusiasm . . .

Scott C. Holstad

Fifteen hours of processing time later, I was in my cell block and already two confrontations with Six Shooter, a massive Crip from the Compton/North Long Beach area, with a ‘tude. Early on he and his set surrounded me, two of them 187s like him. They made sure I knew if I stepped out of line, I wouldn’t be leaving while breathing. That didn’t go down with me very well. Some have said I have an attitude problem.

Rebecca Klassen

1)      Liana vines are rooted in the earth and use trees to climb towards the canopy.

Mum sews in her armchair, the embroidery hoop in one hand like a tambourine as she plays it with cotton, the needle’s tempo remaining steady when Dad gets home from the pub again. I notice the root sprouting next to me from the carpet, curling around Mum’s ankles.

Luke Reilly on National Flash Fiction Day

The man is a master. Through livestreams and televisions and retinas, through a giant screen in the city centre, sixty million people have been watching his furrowed brows. Waiting for his fingernails to pick up a piece of clamshell or slate and place it on a gridded board.

Recent Haiku

R.C. Thomas

The Universe dreamed I’d come to its restaurant. I needed to pass the time before my train home.

Anthony Lusardi

the highway asphalt. reeks of exhaust and burnt rubber. the cars and trucks go by. the sun boiling and you rotting.

Chen-ou Liu

snow crystals
on my neighbor’s windows …
Foreclosure askew

& more

Shasta Hatter

Empty Basket

Driving down the boulevard, I see large trees decorated with pink and white blossoms, evergreens tower over houses, trees flourish with spring greenery.

Jayant Kashyap

We are in the bath, your hands
around my back, mine around yours—
everything covered in a fog.

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