A touch of Arthur Askey as my wildlife garden is set to bloom

They say it never rains but it pours, whereas in the last two or three days the rain has been waiting until late afternoon before bursting out of the heavens, which meant I could get some time out in the front garden. I had to clear all the gravel away a couple of years agoContinue reading “A touch of Arthur Askey as my wildlife garden is set to bloom”

The Crown of Straw

by Mihai Usachi A ball of clay launched in violence from a blind slingshot,this globe of pain hurtles far into chaos,bearing my love; What good,elaborate lute songs? What good,magniloquent twilight of violet hues?The voice on the face of the watersyou don’t hear, don’t believe, don’t speak about.Behold my ancestor’s patch of earth; here they ploughedtenContinue reading “The Crown of Straw”

Subtraction Flower

by Lisa Zaran You could die for it- love, Or refuse it altogether and know nothing except the urgency of youth. Men have been solitary for ages carrying the stoniest of hearts in their broad chests while we women begin too early brush the brown leaves from our shoulders, go from bloom to fade asContinue reading “Subtraction Flower”