A beautiful blue sky, white picket fences,perfect red roses sway elegant in the breeze,a serene perfect suburban American dream,all is tea and serenity, all is still blue... Continue reading
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by Nick Moss “…the poet’s function is to describe , not the thing that has happened, but a kind of thing that might happen” – Aristotle, The... Continue reading
by Steve Pottinger, with image above by Martin Gollan my sisters, my friends. It is so easyto pick up the first stone and cast it.To declare proud... Continue reading
poem and image above by Lewis Wyn Davies It’s not only the goalsthat wet both eyes.Not only the numberof market towns, cathedral citiesand bashful hamlets between the... Continue reading
by Susan Lindsay, with image above by Martin Gollan Villain. Beloved justicePresident elect, Inauguration weekwe love democracy, that each vote countsbut not always the countedshouting, ‘Fraud, Clear... Continue reading
Nothing There are forty of us in my class,a symphony of sniffing and snotsdragging themselves up nostrils,making me feel like vomitingon the boy in front of me.... Continue reading
FOREST OF NOISE, By Mosab Abu Toha, Reviewed by Razia Parveen This poignant and beautifully crafted book of poetry captures the heart-wrenching experiences of Palestinian children amid... Continue reading
by James O’Brien What’s left is stretchered on the metal frame,A borrowed structure dominating a fetid room.The barrelled light a stale vortex of horsemen,Refracted from retreating flesh... Continue reading
by Jim Aitken Malibu Mansionslook a bit like Gaza nowbut with more burnt cars. Continue reading
by Chris Norris There’s rich and poor folk, those that just get byAnd blokes who trouser billions solitaire.Don’t fall for trickle-down, that bosses’ lie:Do something useful,... Continue reading
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