They provide paths
for a hesitant mind,
to search for answers
when the page is turned Continue reading “For The Love Of Books”
They provide paths
for a hesitant mind,
to search for answers
when the page is turned Continue reading “For The Love Of Books”
by Krinza Momin
I know how exactly love looks like!
Love wears uniform.
Love has fair skin.
Love has messy hair. Continue reading “Unrequited Love”
Up north they work in mills
and wear cloth caps and clogs.
They climb the steepest hills
and grope their way through fogs. Continue reading “Up North, Down South”
In mirrored sheen of raindrops,
silken on flagstones ,
morning birdsong through lace leaves.
Cloudscape opening
on a pallid shallow sky,
scent from early dewed grass
by Bilal Saloo
I started running last Monday, as miserable as it was.
Stood, wearing my cap to keep my hair all back
and black trainers on my feet,
I pulled on a T-shirt from the drawer,
proudly showing it’s folded crease. Continue reading “I Started Running Last Monday”
by Jem Tovey
Hope springs eternal, so says the old cliché,
And it’s even more important in these days of Trump and May.
It’s becoming all too easy to heed the voices of division,
And those who stand for unity just seem to receive derision. Continue reading “Hope”
T’was the day before New Year
In a magical little town
Where lived a flock of volunteers
Who worked the year all round Continue reading “Those Unsung Special Folk”
What’s Christ got to do with Christmas? I really would like to know.
Doe he deliver the presents, on a cold night covered with snow? Continue reading “A Christmas Story”
by Jane Griffin
There’s a last time…
A last time you see someone;
A last time you smile and they smile back;
A last time you hug; Continue reading “The Last Time”
I can remember as if it was yesterday,
Gran’dad wearing his old string vest.
It was quite tight across his belly,
but much slacker across his chest. Continue reading “The Old String Vest”