Below is a fine new poem by Jane Burn. But first, an advert! Not for the purposes of making a profit, but in order to promote cultural... Continue reading
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What if there was no divide? by Jane Burn What if life, for so many of us wasn’t a chasm? You only have a basic understanding. It’s... Continue reading
I am Road, I am Mother, I am a Better Person Now, I am Failed words and image by Jane Burn So I have this ache (suddenly)... Continue reading
Canzone to an Underground Flow by Jane Burn There is a river underfoot. The road bearsabove it, thickly set. Every while, a squareof red-iron drain, skidded worn... Continue reading
The Orange in the Stocking by Jane Burn The scent of citrus fills the quiet room as socks swing from the radiant mantelpiece – a conga line... Continue reading
as if they are normal folk by Jane Burn Shops. Imagine them wanting shops. Wanting to buy stuff as if they are normal folk. Wanting to be... Continue reading