March Musings by Sue Wallace-Shaddad
In my Musings last month I talked about attending the Charles Causley Trust’s Winter Warmer Poetry Retreat. The Trust plans...
Poet in Residence Rachel Piercey gives us an insight into her first week in Launceston
I have no precedent for the feeling of walking through the door of Cyprus Well. To feel that you (partly)...
Then there were two by Mark Fiddes
The blotchy neck belongs to Father O’xxxxx. I slip the amice over his snow raked pate. Through the vestry windows ...
Arcadia by Partridge Boswell
In the milk-eye of a dying ewe, unfathomable sky. Crouched in mudshit straw you cradle her neck while the young...
Without God Everything is Permitted by Jeffrey Skinner
I remember staring at a painting above My crib: two swans on green water. But, to me Shifting forms only. ...
Chinese Diacritics of War & Peace by Vera Kate Yuen
My grandmother learnt the best way to muzzle tragedy was to speak only in her mother tongue. Rěn nài...
Martial Artist by Lesley Saunders
She knows how to draw blood, though that is not her vocation. In ju-jitsu one can break a brick with...
korean bleach by Elisha Gabb
google says that if you have brown skin and you want to turn it white then you can buy...
February Diary by Sue Wallace-Shaddad
On my way back from Cornwall at the beginning of the month, I stopped off in Bath to visit that...
A Love Letter to My Favourite Childhood Book
As this is the month of love, I have been inspired to write a sweet love letter to my favourite...
February Musings by Sue Wallace-Shaddad
At the very end of last month, I attended a workshop on poem titles run by Sue Burge. This gave...
February is the month of love – What books are you treasuring this month?
The love of An enjoyable book can have a lasting effect on our lives. These may stem from childhood memories...