Today’s choice
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Jane Spray
I’m just an ordinary dryad
After Anna Saunders
not like fancy Eurydice with her sun god father
keep things simple I say I don’t have her dilemmas
full moon in new
dark rising to light
skin and bark together
woodbine up hazel shoots
in loving arms under the boughs
I lie all night in this secluded wood
ok I do a bit of foraging now and then wild garlic mostly
but I’m rooted here will never leave these woods
Jane Spray lives in the Forest of Dean. She attempts to live harmlessly, if not in complete harmony with her surroundings, including her family. Her recent cave and nature themed collection is Cave Whale (Alba Publishing). www.janespray.net/writing
L. Haiman
My baby is hungry. Grabs
me with both hands. I am
an apple, apparently no will.
Francis de Lima
Oh London. U useless city. Map to
nowhere land. Tight stretch
open eye. The underground metal.
The night tube. The railway. Smog
Over coaltrip. The presence
Of machine upon machine. U
Miriam Swales
When I was 12, I knew the weight of a human head.
8 Heads in a Duffel Bag (a bit of dark comedy).
It grew from there. The curiosity. The calculations.
Alison Pritchard
By what rough science
were you given
this migraine of a name
Matt Gilbert
Disgust springs up from the guts
to meet a sprinting lump
of furry muscle.
Kathleen Bryson
I am the dreaming herpetogaster chimera and
I am part-and-parcel of the impossible animals project.
Scott Lilley
I’ve seen dozens of you about the Fylde,
face all vape, fatigue, some wild sense of
beard, black hair to border it all.
Rich Yates
The bird
crept up on him, threw its voice into an empty tree
Annie Kissack
Girl Awaits the Psychic Investigators They’re late. The table is laid with a clean cloth, all normal and neat. Our visitors, city men, may find it hard to navigate the path but we can wait. They hope to gather evidence of a haunting; whether he’ll...