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"Monday  Bloody Monday"

“Monday Bloody Monday”

Head bowed against siling rain Collar up shielding ears Hat brim a leaking spout Shoes beat a tattoo as He Lowried, Uphill, Cobbled streets. And cursed his need of meat And bread And eggs And milk for tea. A passing car scythed Gutter water Over polished shoes He raised his fist And cursed a curse That, against the wind skirl Went unheard A shopping list Suit out from Wizard cleaners. Perhaps, if he had the ...
Critic's Choice

Critic’s Choice

We all take criticism of our work in different ways. Sometimes we thank the critic and sometimes we are cut to the quick by brutal honesty. If I say your poetry’s great Please don’t reciprocate Just say what you think It won’t cause a stink I will not shout or berate If you find my wit makes you weary If you think my poems are dreary If my purple prose Gets right up your nose ...
/ / Non-Fiction, Poetry / 11 Comments on Critic’s Choice / 160 words / /
Anglesey dive

Vitamin Sea

The reason I feel so alive, Is ‘cos I learned to dive Between you and me Vitamin sea Is all you need to survive ...
/ / Non-Fiction, Poetry / 3 Comments on Vitamin Sea / 15 words / /
Chess and Memory.

Chess and Memory.

The competition asked for ‘A short factual – maybe humorous article about the problems associated with getting older, from a personal perspective.’ Some of the responses were predictable:- aches and pains, losing hair and teeth, failing eyesight, losing driving ability, etc. I wrote the following, and submit it here just to see if I have done things correctly and if it appears in the right place. It’s just possible some of you may identify with ...
/ / Non-Fiction / 5 Comments on Chess and Memory. / 1092 words / /


Trapped. Goad 'A'm Hungry, whit A wid dae furra a16 0z steak wi aw the trimmings, onion rings and chips, aw that's whit a could go right noo,”Charlie mused. “Right, ma turn, Cottage pie wi cabbage, loads ae cabbage, wi a salty broon gravy,” said Davy smacking his lips. The lamp flickered again; the pit walls could be seen seeping with water, running down to pour away in a stream six inches wide. They had ...
/ / Non-Fiction / 6 Comments on Trapped / 355 words / /
Electric John

Electric John

He was fed and nourished from the lives of others having no descernible life of his own. To the cast members of The Rugby Players he was 'Electric John', responsible for Lights, Limes and Spots. The Stage Crew called him 'John' for some unfathomable reason. Being artistic and believing ourselves blessed with a waspish sense of humour, we felt it terribly witty to use such an adjective on a man possessed of no dynamism whatsoever ...
/ / Non-Fiction / No Comments on Electric John / 337 words / /
Voices from the Web 2016

Voices from the Web Anthology 2016

These stories and poems have been selected by members of the writer’s website, UKAuthors, and on the basis of votes cast for each piece. Whether you prefer humour to chuckle at, drama to weep over, poetry that bounces along or systematically carries you with it, you will find it all within these covers. Ideas, emotions and real life inhabit the work, and imagination and skill are at full strength. Read and enjoy, and meet the ...