The lady likes them young – by Louise Halvardson

The lady who borrows youngstersThere are no items to satisfy her requesttalking books about contemporary life don’t existShe walks down the high streetpulls youngsters from queuesinvites them for teaand line them up on her sofain alphabetical orderShe wants to be told...

New prose by Mandy Pannett

PATINES She often walked along the waterfront in Venice. On a clear day she could see Belmont, high on its hill, mist-clad as usual like the fairy-tale it wasn’t. There were more stalls in the market these days – packed with bodies and sweat. One stall was selling...

Two new poems by Colin Cross

TOMORROW  sometimes I wake up in the morning and wonder what day it is   but I always know that the next one is tomorrow~ ~ ~ ~ ~PIGS although Anneis twelve yearsyounger than mewe were both bornin the yearof the pig which I reckonmakes us...

Carl Abt is writing

WritingCrunch, crunch, crunch.The time has come for letters.        Two toed,                Three toed,           ...