The Write Life with Clare Morris
Thanks for the Memories
Maggie Sawkins and Margaret Kiernan share poignant memories from their childhood.
‘Ezekiel’ by Eugene Yakubu
The village was gloomy when I got there. Its hand to its cheeks. Last time I was here my grandfather Bobai Lambaya was being buried. Now my brother.
‘Hit me with your rhythm stick’ by Dominic Fisher
Poetry may or may not be a branch of music but you have to admit it’s got a drum kit
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‘Crayons and Beans’ by Melissa St Pierre
Melissa St Pierre concludes her heart-warming trilogy of weddings, dresses and sisterhood.
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‘Cool Glass of Water’ by Kim Ports Parsons
In this moving tribute, Kim Ports Parsons recalls precious times spent with her mother and the joy of the words they shared
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‘Hamsa’ by Jessica Gould
The pair of golden eyes that greeted them upon peering inside belonged to an intrepid buff-colored grey-footed kitten.
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‘Tell Them All I’m Doing Fine’ by Kieran Devaney
If you were young, Irish and broke, you told friends going home for Christmas, ‘I’m working for Big John. Tell them all I’m doing fine.’
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‘Park Mills’ by Jeremy Nathan Marks
I would roll down the windows and listen to crickets, locusts, and frogs. I would watch the sun go down and forget who I was.
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‘Owl Call’ by Sophia Kouidou Giles and Karina Ioannidou
This is an ‘excursion’ from a world of isolation, where the wanderer craves connection.
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‘Byways of a Green and Pleasant Character’ by Nigel Jarrett
...there are worse literary sins than using seven words when four will do.
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‘The Nitty Gritty’ by Mike Smith
...we don’t learn the vehemence of words from our dictionaries, but from the contexts in which we encounter them.
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‘A Yoke and a Gift: Life without a Mother Tongue’ by Anita Patel
After six decades of a love affair with words in both my languages, it’s time to confess that I have never actually had a mother tongue.
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‘Clichés’ by Laura Grace Weldon
It's lazy writing, I tell him. As an editor I excise clichés with a fierce pen. (Although we editors no longer edit with pens.)