Cher Francois Villon/Dear Francois Villon by Mélisande Fitzsimons

Cher François Villon Nous sommes assis sous ton ombre les yeux noirs de freux le vent porte tant de plaisirs sans retenue baisers précieux, petits dés de douceur   Dear Francois Villon We are sitting near zero time our eyes cave in, dark as ravens the wind carries so much pleasure without ever stopping precious…

Yowl by Peter Golding

“My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” Was the last utterance of Jesus, And, if it was, where does that leave us? The last utterance of his only begotten son To his paterfamilias,                    A cry of anguish,                    A cry of distress;                    A yowl of an orphan.   My God, my…

Poppies Grow In Solace by Chris Parsons

They ran down tree-lined pathways, along country lane and over moors to cities where the King’s Shilling they took to keep enemies from our shores. To them, age has no matter. Be they young or perhaps too old, they were willing to serve their country, to stand steady and be bold. From the pleasant Isles…

In Search of the Holy Grail by Mike Green

  I felt the ghosts of yesteryear holding my thoughts to ransom, while I sleepwalk on the edge of insanity… waiting for the bogey man to bring my last request.   My mind dressed in twisted concepts, thoughts raging against the constraints of a flawed morality, where humanity exists only at the whim of those…