Left voices, unfiltered, unedited, Ungagged.
I thought that ‘The War’ was fought in black and white, that soldiers, sailors, airmen soared bravely into victorious flight or landed on beaches handsome, intact not a finely coiffed hair out of place. That they survived to marry a beautiful virgin sweetheart and lived happily ever after. I didn’t realise that it was mostly in […]
Anonopunk on the UK.
BINARY IS BLIND White is pure, black is not Lessons from the west, taught subtly From colours binary, but why White should be the good guy, who knows. Sure winters’ frosty sky brings snow Then carpets of Spring snowdrops grow. Virgin white bride’s veil flows Though most of her guests know – she’s not! […]
Warning We are approaching 2020 As you leave the craft, collect hand sanitizer, a mask, And a full-face visor for your one task Which you must accept To prevent contamination Now fear not, for you will also find some peace. A short respite from the warring, starving nations Who must now repel disease. And […]
This is the third part in Deborah Sanderson’s story. Part 1 The Seed of Light and Dan McPhail. Part 2 In the spring of another Now. It had all come full circle, what a curious day! Then onto the quayside capstan, the sun blazed away. The heavens were saturated with eternity blue skies, like the […]
This is second part of the story by Deborah Sanderson, the first part can be found here The seed of light and Dan McPhail It was in the spring of another Now, when young Dan fell into the arms of love, his tears of joy floated on a rippling sea of a balmy breeze, filling […]
It began with the little seed of light – so small, so tiny, it could dance and glint on the pin of a needle. It was alone, and it was not alone, sparkling and dancing in the infinite Now. All of them one, and each one unique, like subatomic snowflakes swirling in one boundless vibrational […]
in the current stillness, I know it approaches; I can taste its salt on my lips, so I am plaiting a rope for us – three strands, love, courage, health; and with these, we can tether ourselves while we will get soaked and gasp for breath we will stand firm and we will find […]
Happy Families Can I have Mr Passenger Pigeon please? Sorry, no can doo, nor his kids or missus too. You would like a Great Auk now? Master, Miss? Never, ever, ask for this. And a flightless, big-beaked Dodo? Like the Great Auk, only more so. What about a Thylacine, marsupial with tiger stripes? […]
The Dance. Linda Devlin. Fascism doesn’t come snarling and slobbering to your door, He’s genial and sociable with an air of troubadour. He won’t go marching to the dance in jack boots and brown shirt He’s charming, suave and smiling and he’ll cajole and flirt. He’ll entice you smoothly into an exotic dance […]