Hello folks, please join me in welcoming the first of three guest editors for this blog! Jessie Joe Jacobs is an amazing women - activist, campaigner, charity leader, writer and passionate Teessider! Please visit her website to find out more about the amazing things she's been involved with, including founding A Way Out charity, and … Continue reading Guest editor alert!!
I need a change of scenery he said, looking through me at something more appealing and desirable. I changed the sheets but the bed still smelt of him. Three months later he changed his mind he said he'd had a change of heart. So had I, and I'd changed the locks. Thanks … Continue reading Moving On by Fran Edwards
Grief is a rough skinned gourd, with a course rind of ember green and a soft flesh fruit centre. And when this growth erupts inside your chest you are a heavy globe of roasted heart that swells and writhes and thumps against your ribs, until you don’t know whether to carve your innards out and … Continue reading Grief by Hannah Davies
Chantress Snaking briar Kiss the ground Make a root Where you’re found Snick and snag Kitten claws Do your worst Little thorns Overgrow Overthrow Nature’s way Hammer home He is gone He who strimmed Beat you back Lopped your limbs Dragged you forth Burnt your dead Boiled your young Smeared his … Continue reading Chantress by Susie McComb
Nationality The TV presenters are shouting. Every line they deliver is accentuated by dramatic pauses and rising crescendos. I scan the jammed airport terminal, attempting to spy a man under forty not clad in a cap. The voices are too loud; jarring. I have returned once more to the U. S. of A. “Welcome … Continue reading Nationality by Valerie Pate
He picked me up, picked me out, from all of the boys. He took me home took me to bed he was a columnist. Rewriting my life with a few words, ‘You are a girl,’ he said pulling me in for a kiss. ‘You are not gay, you are just a girl,’ he said transforming … Continue reading The Columnist by Michelle Dee
Change at Basingstoke Last week I went to Wokingham I travelled on the train They told me “Change at Basingstoke” I murmured “What a pain!” So when we got to Basingstoke I went into the loo And changed into a leopard Who’d escaped from London Zoo. I leapt across the platform In a rather … Continue reading Change At Basingstoke by Peter Fereday