Woman of Mystery
Sometimes it’s the people we don’t quite meet who interest us the most… Once a week, every week for 10 years, I went to our leisure centre pool for a dip. I am not...
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Poetry by Alan Martin
A BIT LATE NOW I wake to still the strident bell before it steals the morning peace and hides it in the evening star. I will sleep under beeches now and...
Of What Use is a Hermit?
A review by local writer and poet Alan Martin of Karen Karper’s book Where God Begins To Be Of what use is a hermit, and what compels some people to embark on a course...
Poetry from Alan Martin
(We were really touched by this poem from local poet ALAN MARTIN. So beautiful! Thank you to him and we hope you enjoy it as much as we did. Do we have any other...
Poetry from Alan Martin
THEY ALSO SERVE Stern news incoming, rips through our certainties, we are all collateral in this ghastly war. How can… but no sea is too deep for this human abyss. In bewilderment when hope...
Poetry by Alan Martin
PEACE OF WORK At the surcease I wash up on the strandline, I am nobody, a bleached identity, all struggles ended, at peace now; and listen… there is the quiet of...
A Guide to Making Ends Meet
When the financial crash of 2008 landed like a ton of bricks on struggling writer Lorilee Craker, she wondered why the North American Amish community was still, in her words, at peace, unruffled and...
Poetry by Alan Martin
JUST TOO MUCH It isn’t right for me, the torrid year of ’22. I prefer the indifferent times that might have been expected when decadence brings unconcern. No, too much, the blaze...
Poetry from Alan Martin
Troubled Waters Words, today, come at me like squalls at sea, unexpected, disruptive, whipping up breakers into shark’s teeth. There is a current in them; it is heading for the rocks. I wade...
Grace Notes
FALLING AND RISING. You either have it or, sadly, you will just have to bumble along without it. It is no use, either, thinking that you can squeeze into it, like hauling on a...
