Picks of the Month

May

Gold cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

bluebells

Lush warm blue. Radiant. Rain cool bells, fresh celestial pigment, space untempered slipped, low, through trees - solemn grey, hushed, host this deep...

April

Gold cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

change of address

houses are envelopes posted through time recipients changing letters put in, taken out. From the War son, brother, father, lost mother upstairs, her...
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March

Gold cherry
Pick of the Month

gorse

wild yellow, bold, bee-full, gladsome glory yellow glowing gifts grow, spirit lifting sweet, small yellow flames, lip-soft, scented, bright tip dull...

February

Gold cherry
Story of the week
Pick of the Month

La Femme d'argent

How could I forget the autumn of 1998, and that weekend in Paris? A sullen, funereal mist folded around the city for the entire three days, fallen...
Gold cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

driverless

the more people run away the less there is to escape to the more beauty we buy the less room we have for truth we fuel our vehicles with tomorrows...
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January

Gold cherry
Story of the week
Pick of the Month

Skull

John was glad he hadn’t stopped drinking, because otherwise it would have been a shame to waste the half-can of Pale Ale he poured on his Cornflakes...

December

Gold cherry
Pick of the Month

Words

All I want for Christmas is words. Just a scatter of words. Just a handful. I find my eyes drawn back towards the phone on the wall in the hallway –...
Cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

Spring a Butterfly

Dusty cocoon of box tight packed through warmer days deep green wire limbed larvi unbends into branches of frizzy plastic tree tall, when you both...

November

Gold cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

Magpies

Walking in the dead grey November days, just slits Open wide enough to see Magpies gather in a tree ‘You’re alive,’ they rasp I check myself; a...
Gold cherry
Story of the week
Pick of the Month

Mr Russ.

I don’t have any War Medals from relatives. Dad did National Service in 1950, but was too young to serve in WW2. My Granddads were too young for WW1...
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