Chris Rice

by | Dec 17, 2020 | Featured, Poetry

      Referendum I throw the ballpoint pen away. She hits the carpet with her stick and says she wants it back. I offer her another one but, no, she wants the one she’s always used. I check my watch and roll my eyes and marvel at her stubbornness, her...

Lucien Linwood

by | Dec 16, 2020 | Featured, Poetry

Things They Tell You your mom tells you when you’re six years old that if one person says something is wrong with you get a second opinion but if two people say the same thing consider that they might be right she tells you people can see inside of you they’ll figure...

Veronica Aaronson

by | Dec 15, 2020 | Featured, Poetry

    I am the Groupie I stalk Frink’s warrior –  London, Liverpool, Swindon, Chicago.  He entices me into art galleries and sculpture parks in the pouring rain. I want to know the dreams that curl up in his bones, the length of his longing, depth of his...

David Subacchi

by | Dec 14, 2020 | Featured, Poetry

      The Deputy His office Next to the Head’s Was so untidy, Papers on chairs, Rubbish bin overflowing But it was here They all waited, For an interview Or a result. Amongst his jumble And his wall charts And the red faced Secretary Apologising.  ...

Hilary Otto

by | Dec 13, 2020 | Featured, Poetry

      What the data about migration told me We are incoming packets discrete, carrying our own context. Our aim is to pass through without being stored in a session. We choose the optimal path for delivery, clustering at the interface between nodes....