Fiona Sinclair

Day Trip On the road, uncle’s sat nav commentary directs us back to his salesman days, I’ve stayed there often They always bought tea towels. At Chichester Cathedral I insist on photographs of aunt and myself ; because discounting chavs , petty criminals, and those...

Bridget Khursheed

Snow on the Eildons like a dusty dog The otter was on the cauld today in the end of the snow hunting for packages in overlooked thaw larders Found the stoat trail again in the snow this morning and it spiralled round and round – maybe dancing, maybe charming a...

Ben Parker

Day’s Last Wave Each afternoon he would make the drive 15 miles west from his house to see the breaking of the last wave of the day. Armed with an accurate prediction of the time of the setting, and with one eye on the sun (or if obscured by a cloud, on the...

Joanna M. Weston

the way it goes the day got away on me ran through the woods leapt the lake carrying a backpack full of things not done *Joanna M. Weston has had poetry, reviews, and short stories published in anthologies and journals for twenty-five years. Her middle-reader, Those...

Shafeeq Valanchery

An office by the by lane Once upon a time In once upon a path There was an old house. An old house Double-storied With wooden windows, A few rooms below, Just two above. In the courtyard were rusting metres, faulty metres, unused wires A few smashed tubelights,...