Moving on – Kelly Fitzharris, Editor-in-Chief

Sometimes we start out the New Year hungover, covered in glitter, in our own beds (somehow) having fallen asleep in party clothing.   Others, we abstain from that lifestyle altogether and don’t drink; so waking up on January the 1st  is like any other day for us, except for possible unspoken or unaddressed marital discontent….

Coming Home / The Great Railway Station Robbery – by NICK KITTO

Coming Home?   We lie entwined, the silence Between us punctuates the Bardic tangle Our very joining Elemental, and now I Feel all of me Deep within, her Murmured moans as Moorland wind The warm enclosure Of her Unforgettable, burned In memories, suspended At synapse, who could Have known, that chance Meeting, a poet, catalyst…

Poetry from PAUL TRISTRAM

Looking Straight Down Her Nose, Always (She Blames The Very People She’s Being Mean To?)   There is an unnatural fury inside, hippopotamus size. Cold, murderous stares from a ridiculously unfair, judgemental mind. Her little black book is quite fat in size, actually and is full of victims/punch bags not lovers. Yes, that’s a husband…

Dulla Bhatti – by PRERNA BAKSHI

Dulla-Bhatti (First appeared in Pear Drop)   “Sundar Mundriye ho! Tera kaun vichaara ho! Dulla Bhatti walla ho!”   Catching me by surprise, sang my father, in Punjabi on the phone, when I called on Lohri – a harvest festival. Excited like a young boy whose Christmas came early, he sang the folk song that…