Today’s choice

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Chris Hardy

by | Jul 4, 2026 | ,

 

 

 

Memento Vivere

We lived here once.
The rain we heard

fell everywhere.

Silence except the wind
across the ground.

It’s best to keep quiet.
Words are like dead seeds,
they vanish when they’re said.

 

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New Year’s Eve
without stars or moon.

I believe they are there
in their own light.

Faith goes deeper
than knowledge.

It is dawn for any soul awake
around the farthest star.

 

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Sometimes if you can find it
life is worth the work.

The future’s always young,
we get younger by the minute.

Here and now goes quickly,
where is it?

Soon instead of moving away
the horizon will turn back

and pull the sky down like a lid.
Remember to live.

 

 

Chris Hardy has lived and travelled all over the world and is now in Sussex. His poems have won prizes and been widely published. His last collection, Key to the Highway,  was published by Shoestring Press.

Martin Fisher

by | Dec 20, 2025 | ,

Inside, in the half-light, the iron rot took hold.
Forgotten service–obsolete.
Salt-coin neglect.

The money flowed inland,
Moored on an hourglass choke.
No one told the sea.

Amirah Al Wassif

by | Dec 17, 2025 | ,

Beneath my armpit lives a Sinbad the size of a thumb.
His imagination feeds through an umbilical cord tied to my womb.
Now and then, people hear him speaking through a giant microphone—
Singing,
Cracking jokes,

Mark Smith

by | Dec 16, 2025 | ,

In the portacabin that morning, men smoked
and looked at last week’s paper again.
There was no water to fill the urn.
The first job – to get connected

Toby Cotton

by | Dec 15, 2025 | ,

A blustery day –
the wind too strong for kites
or for lifts to the sky.
“To a thoughtful spot,” it cites
and pins me to the earth.