Golden Green #poetry #earthweal

I see green in the early Springtime sunshine: golden greenthe sky is whispering the trees awakeout of Winter slumberstirrings to life are all around and in my hearta hidden world of wonderbetween, beneath below and undereverything a current of pure loveburstingout of every branch and bough alivealightawakening with sacred wordsto welcome in the Spring © 2022 experimentsinfiction.com. All Rights Reserved. Written for... Continue Reading →

Hebe to Hades Available Now!

I just wanted to share the exciting news that the first Free Verse Revolution print anthology, Hebe to Hades, is available to buy now! My sonnet, 'Persephone' is included, and I am joined by many other talented writers including Gabriela Marie Milton, Jaya Avendel and Kristiana Reed, who is FVR's editor, and made the publication... Continue Reading →

The Bend in The River #poetry #earthweal

Time telescopes at the bend in the riverthirty years agoif a dayyesterday forever:an up-the-river ramble and a sausage sizzlecooking marshmallows by the firethe coppiced trees aren’t tallerbut I swear the island of stones has grownalluvial deposits from the last Ice Age if you think of it12,000 years to tumble down to here.We say we grow old... Continue Reading →

‘Manicure’ published at MasticadoresUSA!

In truth I’ve only done this once beforeten years ago, the day before my wedding perhaps I didn’t feel I deserved more:the colours fade, the skin around them shedding... Please visit MasticadoresUSA to continue reading. This is my first poem as a featured contributor to MasticadoresUSA. Thanks to the Editor, the wonderful Gabriela Marie Milton for... Continue Reading →

To Idleness #prosery #dVerse

Languorous, lingering, luxuriant and self-indulgent. I never could have dreamed of such a day, before the other night, when he called me: ‘Ingrid?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘Are we still on for tomorrow?’ ‘Why ever not?’ I asked: ‘What was the plan again?’ ‘A picnic,’ he said, ‘by the lake: I’ll bring the sandwiches, if you’ll bring the... Continue Reading →

A Turkey called Boris #poetry #dVerse

There once was a turkey called Boris and he stood on his head in a forest of sycophantic imbeciles brown-tongued, benighted ne’er-do-wells who brought their New Year offerings  to the turkey called Boris And he gobbled and gandered, guffawingto his followers, dizzied, unknowingthat a turkey, overstuffed and plump could never hope to tax, nor trump... Continue Reading →

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