Diana was taking down the Christmas decorations and packing them into two cardboard boxes which she would take to the attic room which overlooked the church She stared at her tree which was dark and bare and regretted her disposal It was still raining outside so she pulled her everyday mackintosh over her shoulders and […]

Dream Dennis Dream Dennis owned a wine shop in Tunbridge Wells It had been a very hot summer and for five consecutive days the temperature topped forty-four degrees Dream Dennis and his staff spent a great deal of time in the cold room between serving customers Dream Dennis had a girlfriend named Diana Diana had […]

Devizes Road I explained to you it should not have been moved That’s how you lose things Quiet girl I moved it and let that be an end to it Ellen Dunne replaced the lid of the marmalade pot and secreted it in the small cupboard above the kitchen table I have not finished with […]

Light Green History I will keep my diary on dried bamboo slips They have no moisture It has been sweated out over friendly fires I have no reason to explain my tears     2018

The Red Apricot Li watched as a discarded cigarette carton floated past her high in the stream at the bottom of her garden As normal her husband was away His diary noted that he was at another party conference but she knew that he was probably entertaining another woman She had found messages on his […]

The Drowned Migrant When searching for gold coins on a deserted beach Maria Full of Love found the body of a drowned migrant Who had not survived the fierce winter storms She did not alert the authorities but buried the poor man where she found him So that he might spend eternity in his adopted […]

Annie Crosses was born in Herne Bay She has lived there all her life and works in a draper’s shop in the main street Annie is a good Catholic girl who never misses Mass   Mark Crosses has lived in Folkestone for many years He runs a fish and ship shop near Sunny Sands But […]

I am looking over the dark expansive sea For the glorious new light of the boy child The shadows are much warmer now But there still nothing to be seen The serene petals of the last late roses Litter the shore bidding the hours a fond farewell Oh gentle creator let your star brighten the […]

I preferred the lavender beach huts And those of the soft candy colours But we both liked the beach hut Designed in the style of the English Baroque A Homage to Nicholas Hawksmoor  Tiaesta liked the pink beach huts As they were blush in the harsh white light But we could not stop as we […]

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