Mum, I’m Sorry – by KATIE LEWINGTON

Physical and verbal abuse against parents by their own children is increasing. This is becoming a more recognised form of domestic abuse and has been the subject of TV documentaries and newspaper articles.   It was one of those TV documentaries that inspired me to write this story.  I hadn’t realised how common this is…

Motherhood – Part I – by E.N. LOIZIS

Motherhood   No-one warns you of the fear simmering underneath your skin like a fever burning you up   No one tells you of the nightmares when wide-awake when deep in sleep   So how could you know before…     …before you were a walking heart pulsating in full display all red and soft…

Before the Dust Can Settle – by DAN DIEHN

Before the Dust Can Settle Dan Diehn   I open my eyes and the world is golden brown, waving slowly back and forth, kissing my neck with its warmth. High above–blue, all blue save for the shining orb at my back. My eyes lose their focus at the sight of the undulating grain. I shift…

This – by PAUL TAYLOR

This   This is the captivating hook that propels you forward to the next sentence. This builds the tension while also revealing your character. This is what words on a blank page in a dark candle-lit room look like when you haven’t paid the electric bill because you blew the money on dope and beer…

Bloom – by PAUL ALEX GRAY

BLOOM Paul Alex Gray     Emily folded his shirts carefully, tucking sleeves within and beneath leaving no crinkles in the cotton. White and blue and grey, the shirts were double cuffed and only a little frayed on the seams. Rain fell gently outside the large window. A storm had passed by just after dawn….

The Last Journey – by KATE MURDOCH

The Last Journey – Kate Murdoch     The hold is frigid and dark save for flashing lights outside a lone window. I rise and make my way to the main part of the aircraft. My mother sits on the aisle, nursing a whiskey and ice. The seat next to her is vacant so I…

Being Caught and Letting Go – by PENNY BARRATT

Being caught and letting go   by Penny Barratt     At the age of 10 you played kiss chase through the Dublin back streets with Diarmaid Carey. He snagged your best coat running at full tilt, ripped the pocket and you skipped home to confess and get a taste of your Da’s belt.  …

The Bus – by KATE JONES

The Bus   I stand among the groups of middle-aged parents lining the pavement beside the bus that contains their beloved offspring.  Excited faces scattered with acne and over-zealous make-up press against glass, or turn away, sharp haircuts bobbing as they talk fast and laugh with friends. I pick out your window.  You sit politely,…

Minor Changes / You Never Asked – by PRERNA BAKSHI

Minor Changes (First appeared in Poeticdiversity)   In memory of my beloved sister   Everything is still the same as you left, just with minor changes. Like this chocolate-brown colored wooden door that you would ask me to shut when engrossed in watching TV, it had stopped getting shut. Lost its shine. It’s now all…

Poetry from TOM MONTAG

  ______________________     EACH LINE   They tell the old man he writes too much. Slow   down, they say. Easy to say Slow down when   you don’t see the bus rushing at you and   certain death at hand, he says. You can’t write   too much when each line is the…

Letting Go – by NIKKI COODY

Letting Go by Nikki Coody Love makes you human Everybody knows Tear it off Tear it off I‘m me, you’re you Not everybody can see it Getting it off your chest will make you feel better Going away might help it Oh? Things, sometimes, might be different. *This is an original acrostic poem written by…