Today’s choice

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Gail Webb

by | Feb 26, 2026 | ,

 

 

 

Something Missing

He cuts. I lie still, teach myself
to dream of St David’s Bay,
seaweed strewn on incoming tides,
surfers slice big waves in half.

He butchers with hammer, saw.
No nightmares, though he says
it’s possible-you could wake
in the middle of the operation,

stirred by loud banging. I advise
him to knock me out good
and proper. We both know the truth,
he will take something from me,

cut flesh away, file bone, move
kneecap, sever nerves, tendons.
He promises to replace pain
with a super joint, a hero.

I come round, crying, smell
of blood and piss. The body knows
muscle and bone are gone.
For months, messages arrive

in my brain, something’s missing.
He does not acknowledge,
it’s part of my DNA now, this loss.

 

Gail Webb is a Bridport Prize short-listed poet. Gail facilitates creative writing at Maggies Centre and in her local community. Her current work focuses on grief, resilience, climate crisis, human connections to the natural world.
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Lucy Dixcart

by | Apr 20, 2024 | ,

It Starts Before Birth

Your tadpole-self, displayed to strangers for a thumbs-up.
Then childhood illnesses, faithfully documented.

Sue Proffitt

by | Apr 18, 2024 | ,

Sue Proffitt lives by the coast in South Devon, UK. She has an M.A. in Creative Writing and has been published in a number of magazines, anthologies and competitions. She has two poetry collections published:   Open After Dark (Oversteps, 2017) and  The Lock-Picker...

Zoe Davis

by | Apr 12, 2024 | ,

I joined a secret society
advertised in the back pages of a magazine.
I forget which, but I found it nestled
in 8pt font and fancy border
between time share apartments in Lanzarote
and the commemorative plates.