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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day

On the Eighth Day of Christmas we bring you Anna Brook, Katherine Forbes Riley, Abigail Ottley

I thought the bingo hall had gone
but it had only lost its sign

On the Seventh Day of Christmas we bring you Penny Blackburn, Fiona Larkin, Ruth Higgins

The night is filled with frost, the start of a snowfall.
The wind is hag-ridden through the forest,
keening between the branches.

On the Sixth Day of Christmas we bring you Maggie Harris, Keith J. Powell, Geraldine Stoneham

Christmas bring back the good ole times – Guyana masqueraders
running through the town, dancing with bugle and drum, down the streets
up the doorstep,

On the Fifth Day of Christmas we bring you John Greening, Finola Scott, Philip Dunkerley

today, Christmas Eve,
my granddaughter visiting
her bright eyes – her faith

On the Fourth Day of Christmas we bring you Adam Strickson, Rebecca Johnson Bista, Pat Edwards

Piero painted her in a week, after his mother died,
her azure gown split open like a ripe plum,
her posh girl fingers resting on the mystery,
all swollen belly and haloed radiance.

Previously featured

Recent Prose

Jo Bardsley

The little piece of newspaper, crisp and dark with age, flutters out of the gritty space between the fridge and the cabinet. I am cleaning the house while my wife is at school and at first I don’t understand.

Paul Goodman

They approach in hungry morning light, treading the path to the ridge and the row of giant’s teeth grown crooked with the ages

Neil Weiner

Chad, an aspiring author, sank into his easy chair and drifted into a
reverie.

Stephanie Aspin on ‘Why Words Help’ for Mental Health Awareness Week

Writing is both a way of making life more liveable and of making ourselves more whole. Words have a being-ness: when we write poetry, we tap into a network of resonances.

Recent Haiku

Debbie Strange

winterberry
the first holiday
alone

On the Fifth Day of Christmas we bring you John Greening, Finola Scott, Philip Dunkerley

today, Christmas Eve,
my granddaughter visiting
her bright eyes – her faith

Rhonda Melanson

The magic of growing things, its tangible beauty, I did not understand.

Chen-ou Liu

this fresh morning
so much like the others …
yet starlings shape-shift

Stephen C. Curro

calm river
again, his fishing line
caught on a tree

News

Word & Image

Filmpoems

Eleanor Holmes

Eleanor Holmes

One winter I remember he looked up and said:
‘the moon is a melon.’

We’d made a telescope out of used loo roll
to look for Father Christmas.

cw: flickering images

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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day

On the Eighth Day of Christmas we bring you Anna Brook, Katherine Forbes Riley, Abigail Ottley

I thought the bingo hall had gone
but it had only lost its sign

On the Seventh Day of Christmas we bring you Penny Blackburn, Fiona Larkin, Ruth Higgins

The night is filled with frost, the start of a snowfall.
The wind is hag-ridden through the forest,
keening between the branches.

On the Sixth Day of Christmas we bring you Maggie Harris, Keith J. Powell, Geraldine Stoneham

Christmas bring back the good ole times – Guyana masqueraders
running through the town, dancing with bugle and drum, down the streets
up the doorstep,

On the Fifth Day of Christmas we bring you John Greening, Finola Scott, Philip Dunkerley

today, Christmas Eve,
my granddaughter visiting
her bright eyes – her faith

On the Fourth Day of Christmas we bring you Adam Strickson, Rebecca Johnson Bista, Pat Edwards

Piero painted her in a week, after his mother died,
her azure gown split open like a ripe plum,
her posh girl fingers resting on the mystery,
all swollen belly and haloed radiance.

News

Word & Image

Filmpoems

Eleanor Holmes

Eleanor Holmes

One winter I remember he looked up and said:
‘the moon is a melon.’

We’d made a telescope out of used loo roll
to look for Father Christmas.

cw: flickering images

read more

Previously featured

Recent Prose

Jo Bardsley

The little piece of newspaper, crisp and dark with age, flutters out of the gritty space between the fridge and the cabinet. I am cleaning the house while my wife is at school and at first I don’t understand.

Paul Goodman

They approach in hungry morning light, treading the path to the ridge and the row of giant’s teeth grown crooked with the ages

Neil Weiner

Chad, an aspiring author, sank into his easy chair and drifted into a
reverie.

Stephanie Aspin on ‘Why Words Help’ for Mental Health Awareness Week

Writing is both a way of making life more liveable and of making ourselves more whole. Words have a being-ness: when we write poetry, we tap into a network of resonances.

Recent Haiku

Debbie Strange

winterberry
the first holiday
alone

On the Fifth Day of Christmas we bring you John Greening, Finola Scott, Philip Dunkerley

today, Christmas Eve,
my granddaughter visiting
her bright eyes – her faith

Rhonda Melanson

The magic of growing things, its tangible beauty, I did not understand.

Chen-ou Liu

this fresh morning
so much like the others …
yet starlings shape-shift

Stephen C. Curro

calm river
again, his fishing line
caught on a tree

Picks of the Month

Reviews

Shannon Clinton-Copeland on Lewis Buxton

Shannon Clinton-Copeland on Lewis Buxton

“Every poem in Mate Arias is a supporting column in the architecture of a tenderly rendered pantheon to friendship and the myriad forms of platonic love, particularly between men. The pamphlet is made up of twenty-three sonnets, each a vignette of affection, contemplation and memory.”

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Chris Hardy on Quentin Cowdry

Chris Hardy on Quentin Cowdry

The poems are carefully structured in regular stanzas, with well-paced, rhythmical lines and deft use of enjambment. The various subjects and themes, which differentiate and unite the work, are built on close observation of the world, of nature and human experience, and how we relate to and respond to it.

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In Praise of … Mat Riches on Robin Houghton

In Praise of … Mat Riches on Robin Houghton

Given how much she does for the poetry community—the Planet Podcast series with Peter Kenny, her monthly submissions newsletter, her blog posts, her books on getting published, launching a publisher with other folks, etc., it’s heartwarming to see the attention being placed back on Robin’s writing.

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