WRITINGS, MUSINGS, POETRY

Originally posted on literally stories:
Yeah, I live on Scarlet Street all right, near the corner of Agamemnon and Chintz. You know it? There is a pool hall on the corner, where there was a stabbing last year. 1732 to be exact, apartment 2C, in the back. I used to have a Plymouth Valiant but…

Originally posted on literally stories:
When Literally Stories threw open its virtual doors on 16th November 2014 we had no idea what we were letting ourselves in for. A lot of hard work as it turns out. We published our first story, Post, by Jenny Morton Potts. A year later and somewhere not too far…

Originally posted on Zoolon Audio:
Photo by Michael Chen LOOKING FOR REASONS Looking for reasonsMe, you and sheFighting for justiceAnd taking the kneeA paradise lostNow under the seaAn invisible pandemicCries out a stupid “Yippee”It kills mostly the poorThan it does the bourgeoisieMostly the poorWho will never be free Anything goesWhen powers agreeTo turn a blind…

Originally posted on Zoolon Audio:
A FREE-VIEW SKY ‘I think I’ve played this game before’Said the dreamer to the realist‘I get to close my eyes and count to 10Before you shoot this guitarist?’ ‘There is no time for your pointless make believeAll I want from you are factsMy world knows only black and whiteAnd fantasy…

Originally posted on DODGING THE RAIN:
First overseas Christmas In fact, there is no Christmas here. No baubles, no tree.No threadbare dilemma. The usually shaking streets,the lush roadsides, twitch like the first morning of a war.Here, they live as close to death as birth, dare you to spotthe difference, celebrating both with noise and colour,…

Originally posted on DODGING THE RAIN:
OTZI AND THE GIANT’S EYE Sometimes, I feel I am curled up in the eye of a giant, light glints makes an iris out of sunbeams that winks from the depths of this ice sea. I forget for a moment, that suffocating pressure keeps me still as bonded molecules…

Originally posted on DODGING THE RAIN:
Street magic I don’t believe in magic. But something hovers along these streets, something like dust not settling hangs just above the slippery cobbles, and it’s more than the messy flash of reflected streetlight and it’s more than the colourful spill from some long gone car, lying now in…

Originally posted on DODGING THE RAIN:
Happy New Year! In tandem with First Fortnight 2021, we have made the first two weeks of our January issue all about mental health and wellbeing. We will publish new poetry on the 1st, 4th, 6th, 7th, 10th, and 14th. We look forward to bringing you new writing for…