Anniversary Colin Topley Daisy pulled shut the front door of her neat little bungalow and walked down the gravel path to the road. As
by Fred Weller Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere
There has to be an answer, he sang, as he watched the fireflies dance. The promise of eternity shone in a weed and mushroom
by Jennifer Christie Temple Snow White had grown tired of living in poverty in a little cottage in the woods with her poor father.
By Olly Buckle That Sort Of Bloke “It is a cliché that there are two sorts of people,” he said, “But when I look
Respect by Ned, joint winner of the Poetry Challenge: “False Fronts” if I believed the moon was cheese quite probably you’d laugh
by L. G. Cullens With every awakening come nigh on first light, I sense the breath of a canine presence quite near. An intent
By Bob Callaci “I can’t believe that it’s come to this,” thought Jesse Lee. “I’m gonna die in this shithole, alone, with no one to
by Susan Coleman: I live on the fifth floor of a senior-only apartment building. I have two windows in my apartment, both of which
by Harry Hyman The Giggle In the misty, murky mire of a mangled, marshy mud rose a Moon betwixt the shadows ‘neath a starry
