The mist hung heavy on the plate flat fields. Green became grey, disappearing into the distance, stretching into an uncertainty. … More
Author: Julia Smith
Marshmallow
I am a marshmallow Soft Bare flesh Wrapped in white Hotel quilt fresh Squishy Squeeze me You never did see … More
Conker
I moved up here about four months ago I think, to a place just outside Cambridge. I’ve never lived far … More
The Tunnel
Her words fell like dull hollow sounds. Barely perceptible to the people they were meant for; the words dispersed like … More
The Violinist
The violinist On Lloyd George Avenue Stands proudly In the open window Sending her music Into a world gone silent … More
Give The River
Give the river The piques of your anxiety Your dull, down, darkness The numbed ends of your sore senses Give … More
Somewhere To Stretch
Charlie stared out at the gloom; all low lights, aquatic greens and blues. She imagined it was supposed to look … More
The Lonely Hollow
Her fingers were glued tight by their tips. She flexed them, bending her knuckles in delight at the surreal surrender … More
Fools
The rain splashes down, invisible in a dark night. It explodes in thick watery bursts on the pavement, where its … More
I Am Sprung
Spring is sprung and my senses are sent to the last time I stood in St. James’ Park. I look … More