It goes on one at a time, it starts when you care to act, it starts when you do it again after they said no, it starts when you say we and know who you mean, and each day you mean one more.
Conscripted by David Betteridge Being human means throwing your life entirelyon the scales of destiny, while rejoicing in every sunny day and every beautiful cloud… – Rosa... Continue reading
Late in March 2023, I went on a Cherry-blossom Season adventure to Glaschu (Scottish-Gaelic for Glasgow). Some years ago, my Auntie Sandi – or Alexandra Lucky –... Continue reading
Sculptor by Tom Hubbard They who had chiselled the names and the datesOn the angled and sunken stonesHad themselves died long ago. They sharedThe worn anonymity: memorialisedAnd... Continue reading
Nick Moss reviews Fred Voss’s latest book of poetry, available here There is a curiously valedictory tone to some of Fred Voss’s writing here. In fact “valedictory”... Continue reading
The Job I Don’t Get Paid For by Fred Voss The machine shop manageris taking the new-hire around the shop showing him the machinesand their operators“This is... Continue reading
Your Penance: A Decade In Sales* by P. W. Bridgeman I. Hail Mary, full of grace,the Lord is with thee.Blessèd art thou amongst womenand blessèd is the... Continue reading
the screams of the supervisors by Martin Hayes you can’t always decipher what the screams of the supervisors meanso numerous are they sometimes they sound like moos... Continue reading
Ward 72, Room 21 by Jim Aitken Through the large hospital windowthere are mountains of grey cloudwhich resemble the state of my lungs. Though happy enough to... Continue reading
Bernard’s Good Record by John Freeman A fairly good record, says the manager. It’s a very good record, Bernard says. Off for two weeks after Christmas this... Continue reading