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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day

Steph Morris

Eupatorium maculatum     Acer pseudoplatanus     Quercus robur     About the plant poems: They were sketched from life in a notebook. Later I created riso prints with two or three colours based on the sketches. I tried to make the words as visual as possible so not much description or illustration was needed, but in the case of 'Acer Pseudoplatanus' (sycamore) I added some actual sycamore leaves. 'Quercus robur' was based on a fallen oak I encountered, and 'Eupatorium maculatum' (Joe Pyeweed) felt like a very flamboyant plant. Steph Morris’ poems have been published in his pamphlet Please don’t trample us; we are trying to grow!, in various magazines, in the anthologies Joy//Us – Poems of Queer Joy, Poetry Prescription: Becoming, and several gardens. He translates poetry from German, including Ilse Aichinger’s Squandered Advice and makes visual poetry. He can be found on Instagram @herr_morris70 and on Bluesky @herr-morris.bsky.social and on substack...

Jenny Robb

By the light of a wolf moon,
my father turns mad.
Anne whispers to a girl in the wind,
and a friend blows into my life.

Diane Webster

Squirrels dream of a cougar,
a cougar given permission
to crouch like an assassin
awaiting its prey . . .

Bill Jones

Three jackdaws walked widdershins
around the birdfeeding station.

Zumwalt

I see
how you see
us in meetings:

merchandise
to slip
off
the shelf.

Previously featured

Bill Greenwell

Before the first turn of the key, before
adjusting the mirror, before releasing the handbrake even,
Dad said: there are two things you need to know.

read more

Recent Prose

Jo Bardsley

The little piece of newspaper, crisp and dark with age, flutters out of the gritty space between the fridge and the cabinet. I am cleaning the house while my wife is at school and at first I don’t understand.

Paul Goodman

They approach in hungry morning light, treading the path to the ridge and the row of giant’s teeth grown crooked with the ages

Neil Weiner

Chad, an aspiring author, sank into his easy chair and drifted into a
reverie.

Stephanie Aspin on ‘Why Words Help’ for Mental Health Awareness Week

Writing is both a way of making life more liveable and of making ourselves more whole. Words have a being-ness: when we write poetry, we tap into a network of resonances.

Recent Haiku

Wayne F. Burke

faces on a school bus:
petals of flowers
unopened

Debbie Strange

midnight sun
a polar bear’s breath
catches fire

Debbie Strange

winterberry
the first holiday
alone

On the Fifth Day of Christmas we bring you John Greening, Finola Scott, Philip Dunkerley

today, Christmas Eve,
my granddaughter visiting
her bright eyes – her faith

Rhonda Melanson

The magic of growing things, its tangible beauty, I did not understand.

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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day

Steph Morris

Eupatorium maculatum     Acer pseudoplatanus     Quercus robur     About the plant poems: They were sketched from life in a notebook. Later I created riso prints with two or three colours based on the sketches. I tried to make the words as visual as possible so not much description or illustration was needed, but in the case of 'Acer Pseudoplatanus' (sycamore) I added some actual sycamore leaves. 'Quercus robur' was based on a fallen oak I encountered, and 'Eupatorium maculatum' (Joe Pyeweed) felt like a very flamboyant plant. Steph Morris’ poems have been published in his pamphlet Please don’t trample us; we are trying to grow!, in various magazines, in the anthologies Joy//Us – Poems of Queer Joy, Poetry Prescription: Becoming, and several gardens. He translates poetry from German, including Ilse Aichinger’s Squandered Advice and makes visual poetry. He can be found on Instagram @herr_morris70 and on Bluesky @herr-morris.bsky.social and on substack...

Jenny Robb

By the light of a wolf moon,
my father turns mad.
Anne whispers to a girl in the wind,
and a friend blows into my life.

Diane Webster

Squirrels dream of a cougar,
a cougar given permission
to crouch like an assassin
awaiting its prey . . .

Bill Jones

Three jackdaws walked widdershins
around the birdfeeding station.

Zumwalt

I see
how you see
us in meetings:

merchandise
to slip
off
the shelf.

News

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Previously featured

Bill Greenwell

Before the first turn of the key, before
adjusting the mirror, before releasing the handbrake even,
Dad said: there are two things you need to know.

read more

Recent Prose

Jo Bardsley

The little piece of newspaper, crisp and dark with age, flutters out of the gritty space between the fridge and the cabinet. I am cleaning the house while my wife is at school and at first I don’t understand.

Paul Goodman

They approach in hungry morning light, treading the path to the ridge and the row of giant’s teeth grown crooked with the ages

Neil Weiner

Chad, an aspiring author, sank into his easy chair and drifted into a
reverie.

Stephanie Aspin on ‘Why Words Help’ for Mental Health Awareness Week

Writing is both a way of making life more liveable and of making ourselves more whole. Words have a being-ness: when we write poetry, we tap into a network of resonances.

Recent Haiku

Wayne F. Burke

faces on a school bus:
petals of flowers
unopened

Debbie Strange

midnight sun
a polar bear’s breath
catches fire

Debbie Strange

winterberry
the first holiday
alone

On the Fifth Day of Christmas we bring you John Greening, Finola Scott, Philip Dunkerley

today, Christmas Eve,
my granddaughter visiting
her bright eyes – her faith

Rhonda Melanson

The magic of growing things, its tangible beauty, I did not understand.

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