Spade, Rose and Blood by Paul Matts

She’s roaming the street in the very early hours of a wet English morning in August. Just like me. I crouch down. She stands still. Suspicious. Unsure. Doubting. Lost. Fed up. All the same emotions I have. I approach her. She backs off. I’ve decided she’s a lady. She remains still, her coat dripping in…

John Wisniewski interviews Albert Tucher

When did you begin writing, Albert? Did you write short stories? In the mid-1980s I became fascinated with medieval Roman history, especially the tenth century and the story of Marozia. She ruled the city of Rome for several years until her own son overthrew her in 932. (In fairness, she was conspiring to kill him.)…

My Beliefs by Ian Lewis Copestick

Maybe I’ve just got too much Time on my hands, but I’ve Been thinking a lot just lately About my beliefs, my moral Centre, and where such things Come from. I’ve realised that I’m definitely Not religious, I don’t subscribe To any organised religion. I don’t need a middleman to Tell me what I should…

On The Morning of Jeffrey Epstein’s Death by Kristin Garth

I’m mourning in a coffee shop not some billionaire pedophile but once again myself — how essential this becomes to mental health, the remembering when I was someone else — small enough to be controlled, cajoled — processing 46 years old, Saturdays in coffee shops, chai tea complimentary cake pops, quite often tears I hope…

Days, Both Bad And Good by Ian Lewis Copestick

These are the bad days When life just seems A pointless interlude Between birth and death. Devoid of purpose or Meaning. Just years of Pain between our two Experiences of the void. You wonder why it’s Even here at all. But there are also The good days When such thoughts Never enter your head. When…

4 Poems by Jon Bennett

Tight Rope “Is it your birthday?” says the drunk lady The little girl might speak English but her mother doesn’t, all she knows is the wino following them is scary “How old is she?” says the drunk, “I used to have a daughter.” The mother tugs her daughter’s arm the birthday balloon trailing after them…

A Change In Platforms by John Patrick Robbins

One day the rich will get tired of having to view the poor.  And in turn build large platforms over decaying cities to totally block them from view. So they won’t have to share the sun and can literally piss upon the poor.  They will never have to think of those less fortunate and the…

Aims And Achievements by Ian Lewis Copestick

Next month I will be 47 years old, and I think It’s fair to say that I’m over half way Down the path of life. I can’t see myself Receiving a telegram From the Queen, Or King celebrating My centenary. At this time of life It’s only natural That you should Find yourself Questioning your…

David Nolan Author Visit in Lees Library, Oldham.

‘Join multi award-winning author, television producer and crime reporter, David Nolan, to discuss his latest book Black Moss (set in Oldham!). Includes a talk, Q&A and book signing. (Books will be available to purchase on the evening). David is a multi award-winning author, television producer and crime reporter. He has written a dozen books including Tell the Truth…

A short history of a universe in fold theory by James Walton

Cater is sixth generation.  The first messages took six months. It is now two hours. They are close. All droning work was finished, the machinery locked away in the preservation bay. The maintenance schedule has its own pace, a litany of processes now closer to manual control. The most interesting event is the daily air…