poetry

In this months poetry showcase, we thought we’d get into the Christmas spirit! So without further ado- on with the festivities!  A time to share Hear the music, the radio blares Those classics of Whams last Christmas, they share the magic of Wizards, compare all my amaze and Makes...

Day 1 Overnight, pumpkins festoon supermarket windows. It has begun. Day 2 Boys with conkers, brown and polished as their school shoes, battering rams swung on shoelaces to fight. Day 3 Translucent colours hover in the sky, droplets plop, rainbow above the canal. Day 4 Late. Again. This stop...

In light of recent spooky holidays *cough cough Halloween* this months showcase focuses on the macabre, unearthly and most of all The Supernatural! Witching Hour   This existence as a fatigued ghost- each waking moment an aching darkness.   Lauren Winson   Purgatory   I tiptoe through the graveyard...

 It’s the eighth month of the year. Officially, the seasons are winding in, the sunlight Pulling in closer and closer, pressing against The encroaching night, crawling from The yawning maw of darkness. It’s the eighth month of the year. Things with eight legs begin to shift, stir, Swing their...

Thinking If they say age is just a number Why should it feel like a deadline? Anxious to meet and to hold: Onto the rise of expectations that greet its Joy; to put those who wonder, Under pressure to achieve… What others can only hope them to.   If...

Upon entering the venue, the vibe was very relaxed and easy going. The lights were low and the door wide open, welcoming any and all passers by to come inside and enjoy what the evening had in store. The Jamcafe has a very retro feel to it, abundant in...

Saxophone sirens in dissonant symphony with horn blare of hurtling hornet blur taxi cabs, streets speckled with spectators come to watch the world burn in the embers of their cigarette butts.   You stand alone, still, aside from the lurch in your stomach at each fresh cacophony and jostle...