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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day

Lisa Rossetti

      Toughened Bark it takes a hefty blow sometimes to split you open a sharpened blade to split through years of tough old bark in the deeper channels feel how sap and resin thicken sap to carry nourishment keeping the woodiness supple resin to protect against parasites invading your core your heartwood see how flow of the sap slows skin stretches paper thin the blue veins branch out over dry twigs, feet and hands blood pools sluggishly in your limbs years of bearing the weight of pregnancies new green life budding yet still the heartwood beats strongly on it alone holds the resin, the fire feel how sharp sorrow and memories cut keen and deep ah but a sharpened blade is needed sometimes to split through these years of toughened protective bark now no blade but your own will cleave you to release your heart fire you must be your own woodsman coppicing your life pick up the axe, then a whole big heap of kindling is needed least another harsh winter sets in. to work!...

Maggie Mackay

A thirty-year-old woman walks into
the wee sma’ hours of a December
night. Snow is light
on her hair and the back
garden shrubs. It thickens. The sky
turns white. She stands still.

Short Poems Feature III

The third Short Poems feature with poems from Carolyn Oulton and Amaleena Damlé.

Short Poems Feature II

The second Short Poems Feature with poetry from James McDermott and Edward Heathman.

Short Poems Feature I

Our first Short Poems Feature with poetry from Sylvie Jane Lewis and Joanna Woznicka.

Previously featured

Maggie Mackay

A thirty-year-old woman walks into
the wee sma’ hours of a December
night. Snow is light
on her hair and the back
garden shrubs. It thickens. The sky
turns white. She stands still.

read more

Recent Prose

From the Archives: Chaucer Cameron on Halloween

Sunday afternoon there’s always roast dinner. Then mum and dad go to church. The twins stay and wash dishes. Elder-twin picks up a plastic bag with unused Brussels sprouts inside. The cellar door is open.

Arthur Mandal

      Childhood’s Cave The worst times were Thursdays. They were the weekly meetings, when things were assigned, calculated, declared. A reprimand or an insult always brought her father home in the worst of moods. Her mother, on...

Bethany W Pope

      A Martian Named Smith A hard, cold wisdom is required for goodness to accomplish good. Goodness without wisdom always accomplishes evil. -Robert Heinlein The last time we spoke, you were working for an off-brand convenience...

Daniel Addercouth

      Two Halves You won’t want to take the locket, but your twin sister Agnes will insist, pressing it into your hand as she stands on the doorstep of your cottage, unwilling to enter. You’re supposed to take turns looking after it,...

James Young

      Quince There is a quince tree in the Alice Munro short story The Moons of Jupiter, and also in the poem “Lunch With Pancho Villa” by Paul Muldoon. In the novel The Love of Singular Men, by the Brazilian author Victor Heringer,...

Recent Haiku

Joshua St. Claire

green spruce cone
a globe of sap slips
below the horizon

Rachel Spence

      Haiku Calendar January, fear Like a preacher, elsewhered, dubbed To a moonbeam howl February - wolf Lopes across rock-snarled borders Inhuman stone tongue March - willow-wand faith Unbridled, even tonight As the mouse roars by...

Chen-ou Liu

  tongues of fire ... the things I take the things it takes * drawn-out yawn . . . morning sunlight tangled in my old dog's tail * beach sunset paints her face wine-red before love after love * around a bend in the wooded trail giant cliff...

Debbie Strange.

a new year how long before I stop missing you Haiku originally published in #FemkuMag 9, 2019.   Debbie Strange is a chronically ill short-form poet whose work has been widely published internationally. Her book, The Language of Loss: Haiku...

For our 12 days of Christmas feature we bring you Word & Image from Debbie Strange.

sudden flurries the Christmas star inside every persimmon Haiku written originally for Yuki Teikei Haiku Society, 2020 Holiday Celebration Debbie Strange is a chronically ill short-form poet whose work has been widely published internationally. Her...

News

Word & Image

Julia Biggs

Julia Biggs

  At the Ballet: I all things beautiful begin to pall if fixed for ever in the dumb enormity of performance...

read more

Filmpoems

Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day

Lisa Rossetti

      Toughened Bark it takes a hefty blow sometimes to split you open a sharpened blade to split through years of tough old bark in the deeper channels feel how sap and resin thicken sap to carry nourishment keeping the woodiness supple resin to protect against parasites invading your core your heartwood see how flow of the sap slows skin stretches paper thin the blue veins branch out over dry twigs, feet and hands blood pools sluggishly in your limbs years of bearing the weight of pregnancies new green life budding yet still the heartwood beats strongly on it alone holds the resin, the fire feel how sharp sorrow and memories cut keen and deep ah but a sharpened blade is needed sometimes to split through these years of toughened protective bark now no blade but your own will cleave you to release your heart fire you must be your own woodsman coppicing your life pick up the axe, then a whole big heap of kindling is needed least another harsh winter sets in. to work!...

Maggie Mackay

A thirty-year-old woman walks into
the wee sma’ hours of a December
night. Snow is light
on her hair and the back
garden shrubs. It thickens. The sky
turns white. She stands still.

Short Poems Feature III

The third Short Poems feature with poems from Carolyn Oulton and Amaleena Damlé.

Short Poems Feature II

The second Short Poems Feature with poetry from James McDermott and Edward Heathman.

Short Poems Feature I

Our first Short Poems Feature with poetry from Sylvie Jane Lewis and Joanna Woznicka.

News

Word & Image

Julia Biggs

Julia Biggs

  At the Ballet: I all things beautiful begin to pall if fixed for ever in the dumb enormity of performance...

read more

Filmpoems

Previously featured

Maggie Mackay

A thirty-year-old woman walks into
the wee sma’ hours of a December
night. Snow is light
on her hair and the back
garden shrubs. It thickens. The sky
turns white. She stands still.

read more

Recent Prose

From the Archives: Chaucer Cameron on Halloween

Sunday afternoon there’s always roast dinner. Then mum and dad go to church. The twins stay and wash dishes. Elder-twin picks up a plastic bag with unused Brussels sprouts inside. The cellar door is open.

Arthur Mandal

      Childhood’s Cave The worst times were Thursdays. They were the weekly meetings, when things were assigned, calculated, declared. A reprimand or an insult always brought her father home in the worst of moods. Her mother, on...

Bethany W Pope

      A Martian Named Smith A hard, cold wisdom is required for goodness to accomplish good. Goodness without wisdom always accomplishes evil. -Robert Heinlein The last time we spoke, you were working for an off-brand convenience...

Daniel Addercouth

      Two Halves You won’t want to take the locket, but your twin sister Agnes will insist, pressing it into your hand as she stands on the doorstep of your cottage, unwilling to enter. You’re supposed to take turns looking after it,...

James Young

      Quince There is a quince tree in the Alice Munro short story The Moons of Jupiter, and also in the poem “Lunch With Pancho Villa” by Paul Muldoon. In the novel The Love of Singular Men, by the Brazilian author Victor Heringer,...

Recent Haiku

Joshua St. Claire

green spruce cone
a globe of sap slips
below the horizon

Rachel Spence

      Haiku Calendar January, fear Like a preacher, elsewhered, dubbed To a moonbeam howl February - wolf Lopes across rock-snarled borders Inhuman stone tongue March - willow-wand faith Unbridled, even tonight As the mouse roars by...

Chen-ou Liu

  tongues of fire ... the things I take the things it takes * drawn-out yawn . . . morning sunlight tangled in my old dog's tail * beach sunset paints her face wine-red before love after love * around a bend in the wooded trail giant cliff...

Debbie Strange.

a new year how long before I stop missing you Haiku originally published in #FemkuMag 9, 2019.   Debbie Strange is a chronically ill short-form poet whose work has been widely published internationally. Her book, The Language of Loss: Haiku...

For our 12 days of Christmas feature we bring you Word & Image from Debbie Strange.

sudden flurries the Christmas star inside every persimmon Haiku written originally for Yuki Teikei Haiku Society, 2020 Holiday Celebration Debbie Strange is a chronically ill short-form poet whose work has been widely published internationally. Her...

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