The Writers’ Cafe Magazine – ISSUE 19 “Can You Dig It?”

In a Meadowby Michele Byrne In a meadowWhere once was battle.Bones were found.Nicked and hackedwith broken skulls.All kept safe by soil.Around them lay the last shines of war. Lit now by the suns probe.Buckles, a shield boss,a clasp for a nobles cloak.Traced to a battle in 1741.Left to lie under a green blanket. Through the turn of time,rise and … More The Writers’ Cafe Magazine – ISSUE 19 “Can You Dig It?”

The Writers’ Cafe Magazine – ISSUE 18 “Fairy Tale”

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”

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 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 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”