Unexpected Reverations

Ellen Harold   Dusk collapses in misshapen heaps. Drowning in pale blues and heavy umber, the patterns o historic roadworks, set alight under glowing eaves. Sea air whips thistle and gorse asunder. Lonely, I stroll, heeding a distant figure neath dust thick air....

Sacred Flame

Maxwell Griego   Don’t add fuel to the flame or it will burn too bright; ours to nurture, not proclaim, don’t add fuel to the flame. They’ll point at you, place the blame, should our love cause others’ fright. Don’t add fuel to the flame, or it will burn too...

Rooted

James Alexander   That old oak tree was in sight long before Westways and my childhood home. Long before the glint of the train light bouncing off the gasometer dome, standing, an always. A constant reminder of the past long before the Cuddington Estate fence,...

Horatio’s Journal, the night before the duel

Peter Lilly   Here is your goodnight. Polite, hopeful And nothing before the sheer grey face Of sleepless nights, immeasurable, Unscalable like the marriage of business And compassion. Our bodies shed themselves Every seven years, our human race Is always...

Shopping for Frog and Toad earrings on Etsy

Andrea D’Souza   Frog on one hook, Toad on the other. The buyer decides who for left and for right. Or two of each creature, so always, they’re together. For each human ear, the pair on one bike like hills playing mountains that scratch the sky’s back, that...