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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day

On the Tenth Day of Christmas we bring you Rupert Loydell, Ruth Aylett, Eithne Cullen

The village is made of darkness and wood smoke
and the hunting owls sounding from the garrigue.

On the Ninth Day of Christmas we bring you Mark Connors, Michelle Diaz, Sue Finch

Today I am in church again. I have come for silent reflection in one of my favourite seats, but it feels a little closer to the edge than usual.

On the Eighth Day of Christmas we bring you Anna Brook, Katherine Forbes Riley, Abigail Ottley

I thought the bingo hall had gone
but it had only lost its sign

On the Seventh Day of Christmas we bring you Penny Blackburn, Fiona Larkin, Ruth Higgins

The night is filled with frost, the start of a snowfall.
The wind is hag-ridden through the forest,
keening between the branches.

On the Sixth Day of Christmas we bring you Maggie Harris, Keith J. Powell, Geraldine Stoneham

Christmas bring back the good ole times – Guyana masqueraders
running through the town, dancing with bugle and drum, down the streets
up the doorstep,

Previously featured

Car Park Haiku by Steve Harrison

'Car Park Haiku' printed using a car park printer.   Steve Harrison lives in Shropshire. He has been published in The Emergency Poet collections, Pop Shot, Wetherspoons News, HCE, and appears on YouTube as steve harrison poet. He performs across the Midlands and...

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John Lynch

      Diagnosis I make lists for her, fill in the calendar, get her to keep a diary. She’s knitting again, a scarf to start with, reading now too - hides her romances amongst the bedsheets in the linen basket. She stumbles, says, Doris when she means...

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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

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.

Chen-ou Liu

this fresh morning
so much like the others …
yet starlings shape-shift

Stephen C. Curro

calm river
again, his fishing line
caught on a tree

News

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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day

On the Tenth Day of Christmas we bring you Rupert Loydell, Ruth Aylett, Eithne Cullen

The village is made of darkness and wood smoke
and the hunting owls sounding from the garrigue.

On the Ninth Day of Christmas we bring you Mark Connors, Michelle Diaz, Sue Finch

Today I am in church again. I have come for silent reflection in one of my favourite seats, but it feels a little closer to the edge than usual.

On the Eighth Day of Christmas we bring you Anna Brook, Katherine Forbes Riley, Abigail Ottley

I thought the bingo hall had gone
but it had only lost its sign

On the Seventh Day of Christmas we bring you Penny Blackburn, Fiona Larkin, Ruth Higgins

The night is filled with frost, the start of a snowfall.
The wind is hag-ridden through the forest,
keening between the branches.

On the Sixth Day of Christmas we bring you Maggie Harris, Keith J. Powell, Geraldine Stoneham

Christmas bring back the good ole times – Guyana masqueraders
running through the town, dancing with bugle and drum, down the streets
up the doorstep,

News

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Word & Image

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Filmpoems

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Previously featured

Car Park Haiku by Steve Harrison

'Car Park Haiku' printed using a car park printer.   Steve Harrison lives in Shropshire. He has been published in The Emergency Poet collections, Pop Shot, Wetherspoons News, HCE, and appears on YouTube as steve harrison poet. He performs across the Midlands and...

read more

John Lynch

      Diagnosis I make lists for her, fill in the calendar, get her to keep a diary. She’s knitting again, a scarf to start with, reading now too - hides her romances amongst the bedsheets in the linen basket. She stumbles, says, Doris when she means...

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

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.

Chen-ou Liu

this fresh morning
so much like the others …
yet starlings shape-shift

Stephen C. Curro

calm river
again, his fishing line
caught on a tree

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