by Amanda Koester
Their green leaves reached out of the soil like fish coming up for air in the moss-covered river. I kept those pictures taped up along the wall next to the b... Read More...
by Ayibu Makolo
It is an especially humid day.
The air is stifling and rivulets of sweat run down my back and stain my white shirt.
‘Ma, why don’t we open the window? This he... Read More...
I came a long way to find you
Across the snow-ridged top with its black gash of road
Its single tree its burden of sky
And the figures buried deep in the ice.
Now I’m waiting at the station bu... Read More...
Missing My Liar
by Tania Hershman
Am I missing my liar? she says. What was the last lie? she says. Oh yes, she says, I remember. That was the car, she says. A bad lie, she says, outbreathi... Read More...
It's the loneliness that gets you.
The mundane silence of the company you keep,
the monotony of your own repeated sighing in unlit streets.
And the scratch of the match repeats,
over and over,
... Read More...
This week we have a poetry reading from Bethany W Pope.
Bethany has published two collections of poetry, A Radiance (Cultured Llama Press, 2012) and Crown of Thorns (Oneiros Books, 2013). You c... Read More...
by Thomas McColl
I was interviewed after winning first prize in the poetry contest, and when the organisers asked me what advice I’d give to aspiring writers, I replied: “Be imagina... Read More...
Quoting Clay Shirky on “Cognitive Surplus”
And not for the first time.
The range of hospitality options is bewildering
I sit drinking the house wine.
An eighties soundtracks plays loudly ove... Read More...