The Dish Washer
He put on the yellow marigolds with some difficulty, while at the same time remembering…
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Poem: Discovery
Discovery Discovery are coloured dark deep red. I heard one falling as I brushed the…
Musician of the Month: Flavia Watson
Since before I can remember, music has been my world, and a path that I…
Poem: And Me
And Me Naked for you, beneath some moon somewhere, which sounds like an ending, unless…
Psychopomp
The magic place lay under a blanket of snow. On the ridge of the park…
Musician of the Month: Jaed
On recovering a lost part of the soul She was summoned back from the dead,…
Poem: ‘No animals died’
No animals died Our research on toads and carabids considered predator and prey. Japanese toads…
Indiana Jones on a Kharkiv Bus
Marina and I wait for a bus, and when it comes, we squeeze our way…
Poem: Vincent in Hiroshima
Vincent in Hiroshima “A work of art is a corner of creation viewed through a…
Small Horses
The big man tugged the brim of his hat and spoke gently to the camera…
Poem: ‘Oblique Landscape’
Oblique Landscape JP Jacobsen, I read your poem of a boundless heath with mossy stones…
Rain in the Face
Dawn sun, distant mountains, red cliffs near, white clouds scattered, still world, until a breeze…
Musician of the Month: Oscar Carmona
Loose Notes with a Cup of Coffee “The bird fights its way out of the…
Review: The Occupant by Jennifer Maier
How would you feel upon discovering the objects of your daily, habitual use—ordinary objects of…
Fiction: The Text
Saturday morning and Lil’Johnny was on his way to work on the Market. He walked…
Musician of the Month: Ronan Skillen
Music has always been my favourite mystery. As a medium, an energy or exchange, there’s…
The Dog that Sang the Blues
It feels like centuries must have passed, but it is only decades. Years grow shorter…
At the Colònia Güell
‘There are only so many times you can be expected to look at the Sagrada…
Poem: Lovely Dead
Lovely Dead If I were to let you go who would I show this garden…