Travelling miles from the crowd I sat on a stone. That was a season for deciduous trees, Everyone overlooked my presence As if I was a roadside stone. I found the stone much stable and confessed: They left the eyes which wanted to see them happy. They left a pair of hands which prayed toContinue reading “Deciduous”
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Daddy by Sylvia Plath
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time—— Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with oneContinue reading “Daddy by Sylvia Plath”
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We specialise in literary fiction and non-fiction, reportage, memoir, travel writing, poetry and photographic essays. We publish book reviews on our website and invite submissions of completed reviews for inclusion in advance of a book’s publication date. All submissions must be original and not previously published elsewhere online or in print. Prose submissions should beContinue reading “Submission Help”
Deciduous
Travelling miles from the crowd I sat on a stone. That was a season for deciduous trees, Everyone overlooked my presence As if I was a roadside stone. I found the stone much stable and confessed: They left the eyes which wanted to see them happy. They left a pair of hands which prayed toContinue reading “Deciduous”
The Bait by John Donne
Break of Day by John Donne
The Anniversary by John Donne
The Anniversary BY JOHN DONNE All Kings, and all their favourites, All glory of honours, beauties, wits, The sun itself, which makes times, as they pass, Is elder by a year now than it was When thou and I first one another saw: All other things to their destruction draw, Only our love hath noContinue reading “The Anniversary by John Donne”
The Apparition by John Donne
The Apparition BY JOHN DONNE When by thy scorn, O murd’ress, I am dead And that thou think’st thee free From all solicitation from me, Then shall my ghost come to thy bed, And thee, feign’d vestal, in worse arms shall see; Then thy sick taper will begin to wink, And he, whose thou artContinue reading “The Apparition by John Donne”
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White Esprit 