Entanglement (image by Jenny Funston) Use this image, ‘Entanglement‘, by Jenny Funston, to inspire your original response in 300 words or less, and submit via email by Sunday 25 May 2025. Details below. We invite: – writing that … Continued
Cuppa Time by Jan Price In response to our July 2024 invitation, we have received submissions of original work (stories and poems) in no longer than 300 words, inspired by the image, ‘Cuppa Time,’ by Jan Price. We congratulate the … Continued
By Chris Hansen. In the morning, often of a weekend, the sounds of mowers could be heard as far as you might wish to travel through the suburbs. My father’s mower was a Victa. Tried trusty and true it kept … Continued
By David Bridge Pile the earth tightly around us, For in death there is no social distancing. In life we huddled your pavements, Dying, we leave not a word, Or even a name to mark our passing. We were here … Continued
As announced on Games of Thrones, “Winter is coming”, but instead of walking icicles, we are threatened with extinction by bouncing droplets. I curse the infection, I condemn to Hell the prevaricators and politicos who have made our lives so miserable, and … Continued
By Ivor Steven Outside alone, stoically I stand Old toes gripping into cold sandHere my lawn cover is sparseBut I see the universe in a blade of grass Under my feet I feel our planet’s groundAbove I see a grey … Continued
I was washing my hands and about to move to the blow drier when a woman burst into the restroom. I stopped in my tracks and stared. She was dressed in cords and carried a large canvas type bag. She had a hat covered in flowers with a tiny American flag stuck in the band.
‘Tis the season to be quite jolly, rather merry and to take a break from the writing life. But then, there’s that itch at the end of one’s fingers, a keyboard tapping away by itself at midnight, or the pages of one’s journal aching to be filled and satisfied.
By Ivor Steven Time Needs No Command The white moon has fallen lateA new daytime awaitsRollover out of dream timeRollover to the edge of timeLeave midnight’s caressing lullabyAnd discover the blue curtain sky It’s time to stretch and yawnIt’s time … Continued
