Poetry

STAR POems: Horizon

At a head-stroke  you sail along sound waves  throat travelling to some  rainbow’s end in your  voice-box-boat.    We calibrate vibrations  in Hertz. At 25 – 50,  the frequency of purrs:  the same tremor of [… read more ]

Fiction

Plimsolls

By Richard Salsbury. Shame you couldn’t make it. Yeah, I’m not usually into that sort of thing either, but don’t you ever wonder what happened to everyone? Teachers are a lot greyer, like you’d expect. [… read more ]