By: Linda M. Crate I am a writer. It is my passion, my love, and my favorite skill set so to speak. I have been writing since I was thirteen years old. I started with poetry. To date I have…

By: Edgar Law Running a successful business, they tell me, is like spinning plates in the air, let them circle in the sun up there and be always ready for one or two to shatter so that you can pick up…

By: Edgar Law She knows how to run the meeting, how to show without telling, how to design a great presentation She knows how to manage a bow tie, make her way around a crowded table, but today it’s slipping She…

By: Joshua Ford Word Goes to term Term Goes to paper Paper Goes to grade Grade Goes to power Power Goes to electricity Electricity Goes to creative Creative Goes to planet Planet Goes to calm Calm Goes to tea leaves Tea…

By: Joshua Ford We woke in a new world where all there was was huts in a nice little row. The sky above us was so nice and broad, and I was scared of it. Then the dinner bell came ringing…

By: C. J. Black (8th October 2015.) Today being designated as that day I have just two things to say Whatever it is be forth right Press the calm button, then write. But then again being a writer, once you start…

By: Andrew Tranter Greeted with a smile from beneath a leathered face of wrinkles Happy, jovial, offering food and drink with a grin to these strangers Vodka and glasses appear, then bread and soup swimming in mayonnaise Excited offering seats…

By: Andrew Trante Heads of Jute laid out in rows Plastic binds instilling power Soldiers no longer of humanity Deliciously denigrated in silence Power absolute in defeat The Meat grinder craves flesh Dishonoured, dispossessed Fearing sounds of a breath The…

By: Andrew Tranter The morning air crisp, pure and clean The world is on the edge of awake In the distance, an owl says goodnight And a mist blankets a quiet stream Bird song already an hour old as the…

By: Jocelyn Mosman I tell you often how much I love you maybe it’s because I don’t know how much time we have left I can’t comprehend what it feels like to die but this grief is a tsunami I…