He paid for a mansion, he tarred the garden,/ He turned it into a tennis court...
Author: Pam Swanborough
writing and other occupations
On Burton Mere
There are things we were not meant to bear:/ the weight of plastic flapping in the hedgerows...
The Silence Of The Birds
They said it would happen. It was the song-thrushes first. One day, they just weren’t there any more...
New: school submissions
Secondary/high schools are invited to take part in an exciting new initiative. The Creative Hub has just opened a Schools section, for which senior students are encouraged to send poetry and short fiction (flash fiction, short story, play, film script etc.) addressing the current climate crisis and possible aftermaths and future worlds here on earth. … Continue reading New: school submissions
The Boy and the Ocean
The boy sleeps./Swimming amongst a shoal of glassy fish. An octopus...
Tipping Point Passed
by W.Haslam, UK Mind Tom, just stay on the path, watch out for holes now, don’t fall. It’s dangerous out in the wind, that’s why they’ve built that great wall. This mute landscape once rang with gulls, burrows jumped with long–eared beasts, these cliffs, bereft of nests, run down to where the sea otter no … Continue reading Tipping Point Passed
Cinnamon Tea
Today as I walked,/ the smell of rain/ was not damp earth, ochre,/ but poison: a soft rising/ of rot and pesticide.
In Memory of an Island Species
She had a give name...
Vestigaes of Natural History
My dog and I step outside/ to walk on soil the Sun dried./
Perspectives On A Logging Camp
Any who think trees do not scream/ have not listened to a forest razed.
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