You Want to Know What’s on My Mind? I’ve Got Nothing to Wear – Peter Smart

You Want to Know What's on My Mind I've got Nothing to Wear - Peter Smart

I stepped out of the shower, heavy footsteps to the cupboard and there I paced about the bed and kicked closed the door. You looked up from the covers and asked me what the matter was because you could tell by my features that something was troubling me. ‘I woke up this morning and I thought: Where have all my clothes gone? I used to have t-shirts, More...

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The Eyes of the Insomniac - Craig Scott
By Kady Reilly On Friday, August 9th, 2013
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The Eyes of the Insomniac – Craig Scott

Day dreaming is different this time, I used to dream about the sad things, I used to hate and aggravate those people who ‘had things’, But it’s different this time… I was kept awake by the More...

The Little People - Greig Hepson
By Kady Reilly On Friday, August 2nd, 2013
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The Little People – Greig Hepson

Marie Sloan, recently widowed wife of Howard Mathew Sloan bids farewell to the last of the mourners. She closes the door of her mid-terraced home and sits on the couch next to her closest friend, Tara Forrest and More...

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By Kady Reilly On Friday, July 26th, 2013
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Your Eyes – Badradeen Mohammed

When the eyes look at the eyes, it is always a normal look. But when yours look at mine, it is definitely something else. I feel like there is no-one in the room, except you and your eyes, and me looking at them. My More...

Brahmaputra - Bryan Owen
By Kady Reilly On Friday, July 19th, 2013
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Brahmaputra – Bryan Owen

On the Brahmaputra fishermen still throw nets – these days their catch is meagre for not many fish are left. Larger boats ferry sand dug from banks already eroding to build a bridge to Somewhere. The waters of More...

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By Kady Reilly On Friday, July 12th, 2013
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Closing Doors – Derek Parkes

I would dread dad answering the front door. If it was a friend, there would be no invitation in. Just a shout of ‘Derek’ or whoever, And the caller left stranded behind a door ajar. If it was a cold-calling More...

Hometown - Stephen Watt
By Kady Reilly On Friday, July 5th, 2013
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Hometown – Stephen Watt

Into familiar territories, where windows tint rose and memories ripen like other side grass, you lean against the flaking rust of a disused fire engine and breathe it all in; sweet, childhood past. Inconsolable, More...

Shipwrecked - Kady Reilly
By Kady Reilly On Friday, June 28th, 2013
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Shipwrecked – Kady Reilly

Shimmering, silky and iridescent, Flanked by the rounded rocks, The mermaid waits beside the water, For the ship foretold to dock. Many a year she has been waiting, Gazing o’er land and sea. Unsure of when, but More...

Femme Fatale - Darren Carrigan
By Kady Reilly On Friday, June 21st, 2013
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Femme Fatale – Darren Carrigan

She is extreme both at heart and in appearance. Not much for dolling herself up but an intense natural beauty. She is the kindest soul but the cruellest judge. She mothers her litter yet is the downfall of many. She More...

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By Kady Reilly On Friday, June 14th, 2013
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The Pigeon and the Briefcase – Craig Cunningham

The pigeon wallowed around the Briefcase’s shoes, ignorant and taunting and occasionally tutting. It shook its head in zig-zagged darts of disapproval or envy or pity and distaste. The Briefcase had ignored the More...