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”

Winter’s Teeth by Paul Waring This first of many mornings I’ll stand stare from kitchen window tea in hand and watch you dew-eyed, stretch limbs across lawn as day squints open to light.  Mist still sleeps on car windscreens along crammed-margin streets to the station as chill creeps close to whisper, steals inside my coat … 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”

The Writers’Cafe Magazine – ISSUE 12 “Truths and Lies”

The Geese by Peter Clive We exist in the shadow of words. We live the lies they tell, with no say in the matter: the price we pay for the power of speech. We squander the bitter birthright of truth that torments bird and beast, for the promise it lets us make ourselves that we … More The Writers’Cafe Magazine – ISSUE 12 “Truths and Lies”

The Writers’ Cafe Magazine – ISSUE 11 “Into the Trees”

Night Visitorsby Lesley Quayle It began in the forest,in the still and starless,landscape of a night.In an absence of light,in the company of nightmares,listening for disparate animations,tattoo of trees, murmur of wings,mouths moving over skin.Peering into shadows,through specks of black,to blacker washes,while in the leaf  litter,blind things crawland the hidden husksof nut and seedslide with … More The Writers’ Cafe Magazine – ISSUE 11 “Into the Trees”