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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day

Brian Johnstone and Steve Smart on Holocaust Memorial Day

  Brian Johnstone (1950-2021), was one of the founders of Scotland’s International Poetry Festival, StAnza and directed the festival over its first decade. He also founded Shore Poets in Edinburgh. Brian’s work was published around the world, and included four full collections of poetry, four pamphlets, and other works. Steve Smart is a poet, photographer and filmmaker based in Angus, Scotland. Steve’s poetry has been published in several journals, and his poetry films have screened at festivals in Mexico, the USA, Germany and Ireland as well as in the UK. (more at artsci.co.uk/sds)

Karina Patfield and Anthony Owen on Holocaust Memorial Day

“never again”

bloodshed will teach a lesson
nobody will learn

Annie Wright

Sing silver times, shimmering columns
of light on the wine-dark, temple
to moon-eyed Hecate, the insatiable.

Magnus McDowall

We rolled out on Seven Sisters Road,
two crates of Tyskie empty in my stairwell.

We were talking from the chest, walking backwards
crackling air above our heads like streetlights

Yucheng Tao

But look here, I turned my head
and discovered the Denver Museum
waiting,
nerve, a soft-boned
species hums

Previously featured

Carla Scarano D’Antonio

    A safe den When my girlfriends come we delineate our territories. I build a fence with a cradle, two chairs and a stool, a cut-out space that protects and defines against trespassing. Knitted blankets cover my baby dolls, rags are my curtains. I arrange...

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Nora Blascsok

    Something Boy, I see you, turn up day after day, crouch by the pond, assortment of snacks, hold out a hand or stand still as air. Trackies, oversized tee, slowly scattering feed, pigeons land on shoulders that carry the world, there’s room for a thing...

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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

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

Brian Johnstone and Steve Smart on Holocaust Memorial Day

  Brian Johnstone (1950-2021), was one of the founders of Scotland’s International Poetry Festival, StAnza and directed the festival over its first decade. He also founded Shore Poets in Edinburgh. Brian’s work was published around the world, and included four full collections of poetry, four pamphlets, and other works. Steve Smart is a poet, photographer and filmmaker based in Angus, Scotland. Steve’s poetry has been published in several journals, and his poetry films have screened at festivals in Mexico, the USA, Germany and Ireland as well as in the UK. (more at artsci.co.uk/sds)

Karina Patfield and Anthony Owen on Holocaust Memorial Day

“never again”

bloodshed will teach a lesson
nobody will learn

Annie Wright

Sing silver times, shimmering columns
of light on the wine-dark, temple
to moon-eyed Hecate, the insatiable.

Magnus McDowall

We rolled out on Seven Sisters Road,
two crates of Tyskie empty in my stairwell.

We were talking from the chest, walking backwards
crackling air above our heads like streetlights

Yucheng Tao

But look here, I turned my head
and discovered the Denver Museum
waiting,
nerve, a soft-boned
species hums

News

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Previously featured

Carla Scarano D’Antonio

    A safe den When my girlfriends come we delineate our territories. I build a fence with a cradle, two chairs and a stool, a cut-out space that protects and defines against trespassing. Knitted blankets cover my baby dolls, rags are my curtains. I arrange...

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Nora Blascsok

    Something Boy, I see you, turn up day after day, crouch by the pond, assortment of snacks, hold out a hand or stand still as air. Trackies, oversized tee, slowly scattering feed, pigeons land on shoulders that carry the world, there’s room for a thing...

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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