Baba Yaga by Jem Henderson I gave away my voice yesterday. I wasn’t using it for much. Just former sweet nothings, calling for radical feminist change, the occasional rendition of Mr Roboto by Styx. I won’t miss it. I met her at midnight under a moon not quite full, not one special or spooky. her … More The Writers’ Cafe Magazine – ISSUE 18 “Fairy Tale”
Sticks and Stones by Fabrice Poussin He has been roaming the desert of an absentee warmth this earth not large enough for the journeys undertaken gazes fixed on a horizon devoid of the icy rainbow. No curve in the path was ever safe under the hesitant step tumbles and stumbles and falls to one more … More The Writers’ Cafe Magazine – ISSUE 17 “Masks”
Maps by Gene Groves I can’t translate them. Is that north or south? Should I turn the map around to help me? Where are we? The A what road? If that’s a dog leg do we go left or right at the end? I stare out of the car window in a desperate search for … More The Writer’s Cafe Magazine – ISSUE 16 “Landscape and Maps”
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”
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”
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