‘Tis the season

Somehow, normal time – the sort that plods predictably slowly during tedious meetings and gallops along through anything enjoyable – ties itself in knots come November. October is October – sensible and operating within the rules, as is most of November. Too early to think of Christmas so I don’t. Next thing I know we’ve been through a wormhole and here we are heading down a temporal waterslide to the last posting day for second class and no chance of parking in town without a scrap. To add to the mayhem, I started a Fine Art degree in October and … Continue reading ‘Tis the season

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Unlocked: five more audio tracks of poems & short stories

All from the Let me Tell You a Story anthology. Here’s ‘Tantric Twister‘ by multi prize-winner Tracy Fells, who is also a very naughty girl! Lyn Jennings, who isn’t – here reading her poem ‘Heatwave’, and you know you need that as the nights draw in up here in the north! There’s Nguyen Phan Que Mai’s gentle poem, ‘Mrs Moreno’,  about grief and comfort, and Phillippa Yaa de Villiers’ insightful ‘Breastsummer‘, an awakening so many of us will recognise. Finally, a bit of sci fi; a tale of first contact but not as we know it, Jim. This is ‘When Gliese Met … Continue reading Unlocked: five more audio tracks of poems & short stories

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Rapture by Phillippa Yaa de Villiers

Rapture, by Phillippa Yaa de Villiers, is dedicated to the protection of South Africa’s rhinos and is reproduced here in support of World Rhino Day.  Rapture by Phillippa Yaa de Villiers We have to keep going as if there is a future, but it’s the end of the world, the rapture, screaming bodies hurled to heaven. Wars everywhere and the middle east burning: the smell of bodies lost to wonder, the callous mistake of statistics sunburnt holes in the sky and the ritual murder of elephants and rhinos almost industrialized, like our responses as automatic as breathing as automatic as pressing … Continue reading Rapture by Phillippa Yaa de Villiers

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Phoenix and Marilyn by Tracy Fells

‘Are you sure you want to go through with this?’ Hannah paused, giving Lou a moment to consider, her fingertips tightly pinching the edge of the paper strip. With eyes tightly closed her best friend nodded. ‘Do it.’ As Hannah tore the waxed paper downwards Lou let out a shriek, the piercing cry of a doomed creature caught in a snare. ‘Told you it would hurt,’ said Hannah, suppressing a smile. ‘Do you want me to carry on?’ They both appraised the runway, a rectangle of white skin trailing from kneecap to shin, bounded by the remaining forest of chestnut … Continue reading Phoenix and Marilyn by Tracy Fells

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A Soft Day by Anne O’Brien

“THE RAIN RUNS in muddy rivulets off the pile of earth beside his grave. No softening of the edges of this funeral. No fake grass discretely covers the mound, just a heap of mud, a pair of dirty spades, and two reluctant gravediggers in fluorescent jackets leaning against the neighbouring gravestone, silently willing us to move on so they can get the job done and head to the pub. Of course nothing will do the Ma but she has to wait until the last shovelful is put on. They pat down the soil with the backs of their spades as … Continue reading A Soft Day by Anne O’Brien

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