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  • The Price Of Fame | Poem by Ray Miller
    The Price Of Fame I like to peruse the charity shops at least once a week. I once bought a book by Roger McGough for only 40p. Today I happened to find myself inside Cats Protection; there, between Drama and Mental Health I spied a collection of poetry written by local bards and the CD … Read more
  • Melcome | Poem by Jessica Skyfield
    Melcome to my echo chamber. I’m having fun, (right now). And that’s what it’s all about, right? Now. Behold the meaningless rantings of a mad(whoa)man. Sliding slipping sagging as time warps and wears picking up speed on the downhill slide. Infinite neural networks these/those/them/there/their/they’re sliding glass doors shut but I can still see back through; … Read more
  • About That First Love and other Poems by John Grey
    ABOUT THAT FIRST LOVE It did not feel like they had told me. Less emotional, more like somebody gifting me a brand new red sports car. Hormones, I barely understood. But horsepower was a cinch. I didn’t lose my heart. It was more a great flap in my head. And it wasn’t war of course. … Read more

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Poetry Posts

  • Melcome | Poem by Jessica Skyfield
    Melcome to my echo chamber. I’m having fun, (right now). And that’s what it’s all about, right? Now. Behold the meaningless rantings of a mad(whoa)man. Sliding slipping sagging as time warps and wears picking up speed on the downhill slide. Infinite neural networks these/those/them/there/their/they’re sliding glass doors shut but I can still see back through; … Read more
  • About That First Love and other Poems by John Grey
    ABOUT THAT FIRST LOVE It did not feel like they had told me. Less emotional, more like somebody gifting me a brand new red sports car. Hormones, I barely understood. But horsepower was a cinch. I didn’t lose my heart. It was more a great flap in my head. And it wasn’t war of course. … Read more
  • The New World Order | Poem by Ray Miller
    The holiday romance is wintering in the blankets of her bestest buddy. There’s an empty ring in the silver tin, and candles light the depths of her study, where she’s practising pole dancing and  TEFL;   she’ll throw a dart in a part of the globe and chase the arrow for some precious metal while … Read more
  • Fifties Feature | Poem by Linda Straub
    “50’s Feature” by Linda Straub Mother wore an off the shoulder dress that swirled ’round her slender waist and kissed a starched crinoline. Father’s hair was ebony black, a series of soft waves rolling down his scalp, breaking on a rocky spine. I sat in the back of their ’57 Chevrolet eating popcorn and watching … Read more

Art Posts

  • How to Use Chromatic Black in Oil Painting
    How to Make Chromatic Black For Painting | Artist #shorts How To Mix Your Own Black Oil Paint – Chromatic Black Color Mixing Oil Paint | How I Paint Realistic Skin Tones REALISTIC PAINTING – FUR TECHNIQUES, GRASS AND FOLIAGE, GLOWING SKY, BIGHORN SHEEP How to mix black with primary colours: Part 2 Chromatic black … Read more
  • Ekphrastic Poem Peace and Motion by Shakiba (Yorkshire Arts) and Tony Martin Woods
      Shakiba (a Persian word for a patient, tolerant and gentle person) is an artist based in Leeds, Yorkshire, since 2014. She is self-taught and works with Acrylic Pouring Techniques. Painting helped her to overcome the stress of her PhD thesis in a scientific discipline, which she completed in 2020. Editor’s note: for further viewing … Read more
  • Poetry Robin Ouzman Hislop’s books on Goodreads
      All the Babble of the Souk by Robin Ouzman Hislop Robin Ouzman Hislop, born UK, graduate in philosophy & religions, has travelled extensively throughout his lifetime but now lives in semi- retirement as a TEFL teacher and translator. Robin was editor of the 12 year running on-line monthly poetry journal Poetry Life and Times. … Read more
  • Séraphine de Senlis | A Poem by Titania Starr
        Séraphine de Senlis   (Seraphine Louis 1864 -1942. French Painter)   Paintings grew out of you like trees. In glowing light on your knees You painted each leaf tending over it, Perfecting it, giving it life, Singing as you worked, as you painted, As you planted each tree into the canvas.   The … Read more

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