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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day

Rose Lennard

My mother died seven years ago, but last night
she had a message for me. The mechanics
are irrelevant, what she gave stays with me

Rongili Biswas

Girls under the tree,
one with hands clasped as in worship,
the others picking
the scarlet fallen seeds

Laura Sheahen

What is the ancient curse they know that you don’t
Moving along their mouth-lines and their eyebrows
Lowering their lids, tensing their nods or shrugs

Marilyn Ricci

After his baby son died he strapped
a tumble dryer to his back and ran
the roads around the village.

Wendy Clayton

I’m always thinking about how I can find more human beings.

Previously featured

Recent Prose

Layla Sabourian

We were happy people once. Not naïve, just animated, social, alive. We gathered constantly. We danced at weddings, at birthdays, at no occasion at all.

Joel Shelley

Dr Summers presses the ignition and the machine whirs to life.

Surmaya Talyarkhan

I first heard of aphantasia in a writing workshop – a poet told us she didn’t see visual images in her head. I had always thought everyone didn’t.

Louella Lester

When Mom flew off with the Canada geese you made me promise that we would never leave one another.

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.

Recent Haiku

Roger Robinson

We walk from cane fields,
cotton in our nightshirts, sweet

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

News

Word & Image

S. Reeson

S. Reeson

WHAT IS A RISK ASSESSMENT?
an organized procedure / distinguishing jeopardy / appraising connected dangers

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Filmpoems

Angela Yausheva

Angela Yausheva

In the aftermath
When the dust is settled and silence restored
I can still hear your melody and recite each conversation word for word

read more

Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day

Rose Lennard

My mother died seven years ago, but last night
she had a message for me. The mechanics
are irrelevant, what she gave stays with me

Rongili Biswas

Girls under the tree,
one with hands clasped as in worship,
the others picking
the scarlet fallen seeds

Laura Sheahen

What is the ancient curse they know that you don’t
Moving along their mouth-lines and their eyebrows
Lowering their lids, tensing their nods or shrugs

Marilyn Ricci

After his baby son died he strapped
a tumble dryer to his back and ran
the roads around the village.

Wendy Clayton

I’m always thinking about how I can find more human beings.

News

Word & Image

S. Reeson

S. Reeson

WHAT IS A RISK ASSESSMENT?
an organized procedure / distinguishing jeopardy / appraising connected dangers

read more

Filmpoems

Angela Yausheva

Angela Yausheva

In the aftermath
When the dust is settled and silence restored
I can still hear your melody and recite each conversation word for word

read more

Previously featured

Recent Prose

Layla Sabourian

We were happy people once. Not naïve, just animated, social, alive. We gathered constantly. We danced at weddings, at birthdays, at no occasion at all.

Joel Shelley

Dr Summers presses the ignition and the machine whirs to life.

Surmaya Talyarkhan

I first heard of aphantasia in a writing workshop – a poet told us she didn’t see visual images in her head. I had always thought everyone didn’t.

Louella Lester

When Mom flew off with the Canada geese you made me promise that we would never leave one another.

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.

Recent Haiku

Roger Robinson

We walk from cane fields,
cotton in our nightshirts, sweet

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

Picks of the Month

Reviews

Zain Rishi on Meredith MacLeod Davidson

Zain Rishi on Meredith MacLeod Davidson

From the opening poem of Meredith MacLeod Davidson’s transpiration, we find ourselves in a landscape haunted by cycles of loss. ‘Anchorless / a boat bangs against sea-weathered pylons,’ and this same lack of purpose and the inevitably of decay is infused throughout the imagery of “Deltaville”.

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Shannon Clinton-Copeland on Lewis Buxton

Shannon Clinton-Copeland on Lewis Buxton

“Every poem in Mate Arias is a supporting column in the architecture of a tenderly rendered pantheon to friendship and the myriad forms of platonic love, particularly between men. The pamphlet is made up of twenty-three sonnets, each a vignette of affection, contemplation and memory.”

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Chris Hardy on Quentin Cowdry

Chris Hardy on Quentin Cowdry

The poems are carefully structured in regular stanzas, with well-paced, rhythmical lines and deft use of enjambment. The various subjects and themes, which differentiate and unite the work, are built on close observation of the world, of nature and human experience, and how we relate to and respond to it.

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