By John Pearson New Road, place of the Doll’s Hospital with Jack Grant Racing to Parham and Sons furniture removals shifting towards Marriott’s, upholsterers, lino and carpet dealers. Mile End School of Motoring [… read more ]
By Dale M Chatwin The cold chills my bones like hypodermic needles scratching stone. I rose from the gutter, thoughts fractured and cluttered, made my way back home, uninterrupted. The streets were deserted, the wind howled. [… read more ]
By Maggie Sawkins, Star & Crescent’s Poetry Editor. The fir cone I picked from a Corsican forest, carried across an ocean nestled between balls of socks, has fallen from the grate and rests where it [… read more ]
By Tina Shaw In the kaleidoscope of the town, my sinews constrict with the seasons. On the mortar and tarmacadam through age old streets and alleyways moving quad bikes and BMWs fly by in the [… read more ]
By Sue Toogood Albert carried humbugs, until they were gone. Mehmet Ali carried his betrothed girl’s scent. Jack carried the memory of an intoxicated starry night. Farooq carried the pain of foot calluses and had [… read more ]
By the First Act Recovery Group which meets every Saturday at Portsmouth Central Library. I used to be a twig but now I’m a tree I used to be a room but now I’m a [… read more ]
At George’s, we see the ferries coming in, huge trays of light buoyant in the dark blue evening, floating out of the night towards the palm trees, towards the young drunk spraycanning the pavement, his [… read more ]
Again I leave the ward and look out through the windscreen at the bluebells on the grass, again see Sister’s eyes. She’d thought I knew that if you went home it would be to pass [… read more ]
Late autumn in Lavender Hill and I perched in her kitchen, a Frigidaire to my back. Florrie Mac rolled the fruit with her back to the Belling. Pigeons flirted on rooftops, and the distance between [… read more ]
(Blackberry brambles can be stripped of their thorns and used to fashion baskets and other useful artefacts). The first man clips off her thorns one by one, turns her placid and tractable, cuts her [… read more ]
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