The Branded Hand This Daguerreotype was taken Aug. 1845. It is a copy of Captain Jonathan Walker's hand as branded by the U.S. Marshall of the Dist. of Florida for having helped 7 men...

         M-T Taylor’s poems and short stories have appeared in Northwords Now, The Glasgow Review of Books, Nutshells and Nuggets, Snare’s Nest, and printed anthologies from The...

      Farmland Before my eyes the work of the farmers who have taken much hardship on themselves for each individual grain. When the crops and the grass stand in full splendour on the...

    The Virtuous Man He was wise, there is no doubt, and he was seaworthy but equally buoyant was his life-giving wife. Together they captained a commendable crew, everybody knew theirs...

      Ten Kinds of Haunting 1.     Hand over hand clambering the hours 2.     Voices in full rustle, scraping the shadow 3.     The dying hour between one day and the next peopled by...

      Echoes in nuclear medicine, corridors like infinity mirrors. Everything screams off silver surfaces, lift doors, gurneys, forks in the refectory. I’m there early. Before...

      His Boots I was in his boots again carrying the weight and wait I could smell his finger tips on the boot laces the dirt and grime that he shovelled out of the earth’s skull...

      A galaxy of poets I'd always wondered what we were when we got together, normally alone, happily fighting the night, unobserved except for lovers and the moon, on a mountainside...

      The Die is Cast 
 I held on to my mum’s hand as we stumbled down the stairs, following two rolling dice which were tracing a silvery arc in the air. My father was screaming his...