Picks of the Month

May

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Pick of the Month

"Book of All Answers"

The title of the book on the shelf was ‘Book of All Answers’ and Amy laughed when she spied it. “If only it were." She dusted the book along with its...
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Gold cherry
Poem of the week
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Dusk

The girl with the softest edges Who summons the stars And the scent of the rose Who unburdens the sun, scattering its fiery embers Her name is Dusk...
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April

Gold cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

Doubt

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March

Gold cherry
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stars over kennet

stars over kennet star lit stones wrap around me and i am held rapt for a pitch-black procession the memory of daylight sleeping beneath frosted ice...
Gold cherry
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Windfall.

We had a great interest in ghosts, prompted by a fear of being called a shitebag for turning down a dare when we were younger. In a less than spooky...
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February

Gold cherry
Pick of the Month

Two kinds of crying : 15th February 2024

Leaving the road for the slick, clay-swallowed gravel of the footpath, newly scalped of its sodden, rot smelling dark brown felt of last year's...
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Cherry
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An Octopus Picks Litter at the End of the World

A serrated bottle cap. A triangle of green glass. These are unusual shells: strange, immortal tools that she collects during a morning’s foraging...
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January

Gold cherry
Story of the week
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Uncle John's Popemobile.

Black specks were moving on the stacked plates of uneaten leftovers and the casual smears of a man that had tried to tidy up. Casualties lay on the...
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Gold cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

Act! A Poem for Basildon

Act! Looking from the window above, like a story of love. Can you hear me? — Yazoo, Only You. 1982 I'm lonely here. There are no poets here. Oh yes,...
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December

Gold cherry
Story of the week
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Children of the Absolution

A recollection of thoughts I had during my childhood in the 1960s. I intended writing them down long before now but I was always terrified to death at the thought of the potential consequences.
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