Frank C. Praeger

      Something More As much as music it was fog, as cold descending, as candles stayed unlit, as if daylight was more than daylight. It was not ceremonial, a stillness filling a doorway. A reverie not yet begun, pedestrians stopped, mediums stumped. No...

Peter Cowlam

      A Failed Coup   Now, I predict, that not-so-secret citizen will reflect On a catalogue of failure, ending a history of outrage Against the state. Papers you have passed me Reveal his alarmingly low scores in all But the most rudimentary civil...

Antony Mair

      Against Nature   People call her a goddess I never could see it myself   It was my parents pushed us together walking through mud in the country park   but we gradually drifted apart I’ve not seen her for a while   I’m happier...

Rosemary Badcoe

      Boarding In her nineties she begins to daydream shrugging off the rug and velcroed slippers to dig her toes in the tumbled strandline of the residents’ lounge. Standing, she watches while the morning swishes up around her, noisy with the squawk of...