The Writer’s Cafe Magazine – ISSUE 16 “Landscape and Maps”

  Contour Lines by Peter J. King ………………………………………………………………………………..***** Reading Maps: Between the Lines by Peter J. King Isotherms ………………………………..the Arctic Circle’s no such thing — …………………..its border loops and detours ……………….bulges ………………………………………………………………………………(see where the BeringSea’s ………………………………………………………………………………………a magnet, pulling out the ………………………………………………………………………….isotherm like iron filings on the chart) the northern tree-line gives a clue; ………..it almost … More The Writer’s Cafe Magazine – ISSUE 16 “Landscape and Maps”

The Writers’ Cafe Magazine – ISSUE 17 “Masks”(Callout)

“We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.” Patrick Rothfuss, The name of the wind. The Writers’ Cafe Magazine is open for submissions to poetry (up to 5 previously unpublished) and prose (Word count limit 1000), that adhere to the theme “Masks”. Please include a third person … More The Writers’ Cafe Magazine – ISSUE 17 “Masks”(Callout)

The Writers’ Cafe Magazine – ISSUE 15 “Letters”

Like Origami by Rebecca Gethin With their perished creases care is needed to unfold the letters. Each one is stretched in a paper hospital and models how to crease, fold and smooth the creations with precision.  I try to read the prescriptions they secrete under the flaps without adding any flourishes of my own. But … More The Writers’ Cafe Magazine – ISSUE 15 “Letters”

The Writers’ Cafe Magazine – ISSUE 14 “Frost and Dew”

Stone Unhinged by Peter J. King …………………………………………………………..***** Spring Frost in Churchill, Oxfordshire by Peter J. King Sunlight thickens on the tower that stands outside my window; I can almost feel the limestone soaking up the heat, like toast absorbing butter. But on the village green that’s shadowed by the church, the grass is white with … More The Writers’ Cafe Magazine – ISSUE 14 “Frost and Dew”

The Writers’ Cafe Magazine – ISSUE 13 “Elements”

Flood by Paul Waring Semi-dark by noon, the promised storm had begun to steal light as our labrador panted unease— wide-eyed, ears pinned back, tail pulled tight for protection. We heeded forecasters’ advice— gathered in gardens objects with potential to fly: washing on lines, childrens’ toys, cushions, delicately placed pots.  Widow-black clouds massed before lightning flashed … More The Writers’ Cafe Magazine – ISSUE 13 “Elements”