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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day

Ashley Mangtani

“If you can hear my voice, you’re part of tonight’s audience.”

Ian Hickey

When the half-light drops below the horizon
the birth of darkness comes

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

Previously featured

Recent Prose

Ashley Mangtani

“If you can hear my voice, you’re part of tonight’s audience.”

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.

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

Filmpoems

Ofem Ubi

Ofem Ubi

ANY LAST WORDS.
(Chapter 3 of film Back on Home Soil)

A friend says, grief leaves everyone behind
She ruminates on her words and goes grief leaves no one behind
It shows in the way grief leaves a fraction in memory…

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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day

Ashley Mangtani

“If you can hear my voice, you’re part of tonight’s audience.”

Ian Hickey

When the half-light drops below the horizon
the birth of darkness comes

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

News

Word & Image

Filmpoems

Ofem Ubi

Ofem Ubi

ANY LAST WORDS.
(Chapter 3 of film Back on Home Soil)

A friend says, grief leaves everyone behind
She ruminates on her words and goes grief leaves no one behind
It shows in the way grief leaves a fraction in memory…

read more

Previously featured

Recent Prose

Ashley Mangtani

“If you can hear my voice, you’re part of tonight’s audience.”

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.

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

Angela France reviews Everlove by Maggie Butt

Angela France reviews Everlove by Maggie Butt

Everlove is a title to live up to but the poems in Maggie Butt’s sixth collection are everloving in that they demonstrate her enduring and empathetic concern with the human condition. The collection...

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