Rider
/An earlier version of this …
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Alkali sands shine white hot under a blazing azure sky
Your eyes tear to stare even a moment into the vastness
On the far horizon a speck …
By Mike Turner
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Sketches of Spain
/When my wife Pauline suggested we spend our week’s holiday in Spain, I agreed straight away. Spain had always been special to me. I had been fascinated by the country since I was a child. My parents had taken me to Spain on holiday when I was …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreAll That Ends Well
/It was early evening when Will joined his friend in the pub. While all his friends were gathering to watch the football on the big screen televisions, Will was more interested in the catch-up rather than the sport. He was there for …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreA Moment of Clarity
/Lisa had no idea how she got there. She sat up and took in her surroundings. She was bed, in a bedroom, with morning sunlight spilling in through the gaps in the curtains. A man in his thirties entered the …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreVagabond Of The Void
/A metaphorical poem that …
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I lay passively on a seasoned ark,
Adrift the prosaic brine,
Restrained by the chains of …
By Aadityaamlan Panda
Read MoreA Most Unlikely Friendship
/Tom followed the directions on his Sat Nav, peering through the windscreen, trying to tie up the road up ahead, with the lines on the small screen on the dashboard. He repeated the name of the old place to himself, as though that …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreThe Sins of the Father
/Liam has always known he was adopted. His adoptive parents had always been honest about that. He did see Alan and Josie, who raised him, as his parents, but now, in his late twenties, he started to wonder about his biological parents. The idea niggled at…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreMonthly Meandering
/This couple enjoyed wandering …
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We were an adventurous pair: a girl and a boy.
Our monthly meandering through the forest generated joy.
One springtime hike was filled with enormous …
By Debby Hackbarth
Read MoreStrange Times
/It all started with village folktales. Of ghosts loitering in the silence of midnight, stalking a wandering stranger or a lone recalcitrant youth returning home…
By Benjamin Nambu
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