Category: Poetry

August Challenge: Jilly’s BOP

“Smoke gathers round the rim of my coffee cup remnants of the skirmish in my untouched bowl of cereal your suitcase sits by the door, the new leather one not the weary worn green canvas with tags from our trip to Paris last summer…

Waste paper endings

“Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning Every poem an epitaph”* each writer is a butcher chop chop chopping constructs into bite size mouthpieces the stream that rises in consciousness dammed at intervals to pool as paragraphs – phrased just…

the Jade

Behind the smile I feel a clown clichĂ© coming on was that a Brimstone that fell to earth or the first of the sulphurous leaves tiring of Summer? still the fixed smile lies in golden skin the glow we dream of through all the…