By Martin Smith Previous Episodes Tune in to listen live on 94.7 the Pulse or listen to a recording of the show, Monday Front Page with Ian Campbell and Darby Travers. Surprised that Holmes knew the mansion had such a room, I followed him as we walked upstairs and
By Martin Smith Previous episodes ‘The following Monday, I sat amidst a group of fellow wannabes in a studio. A pig wearing a bow tie, a beret and a pencil moustache stood before us and said,“Welcome to Performing Protagonism 101. I’m Ham. This is my sister, Gammon.” Another
Bittersweet Nectar by Abbey Maffescioni Summer never ended, when I couldn't tie my shoelaces and my parents had to carry me across blistering asphalt. Summer never ended, when I couldn't reach the hanging nectarines that blushed and teased, my Nan would pluck the juiciest ones. My
By Elyse Harrison Sunny days make me blue, For these are now days without you. The grape vines are in full bloom, But they remind me of how you left all too soon. I hold on tight to the memories, fearful they will slip away. But I have to let
by Jo Curtain “Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, ‘Stay awhile.’”—Mary Oliver My day begins in the early morning light of a mountain ash forest. Mist has yet to surrender the branches, bare to everything. A stinging dampness glistens. Slowly, I follow the narrow
by Jo Curtain Seosomun Shrine History Museum and Park, Seoul Stark winter bites. Gravel crunches underfoot. I take the longer route—there is always something more to see. Brittle brown tufts mark the names buried under frost-covered ground. a cold wintry wind frozen shadow on the ground meditating cat
by Abbey Maffescioni Summer never ended, when I couldn't tie my shoelaces and my parents had to carry me across blistering asphalt. Summer never ended, when I couldn't reach the hanging nectarines that blushed and teased, my Nan would pluck the juiciest ones. My cousins sat
By Denise Main and Ian Chisholm Previous Episodes ‘Not much of a day for us to be out and about, George,’ Archie muttered as he stamped his feet and spread his hands over the small fire they had managed to keep alight. ‘Must have had a lot of rain overnight.
by Ferris Knight They can’t tell me what day I was admitted, just that it was 71 days ago. So does that make it July 7? I don’t remember. That’s unsurprising, considering. Packing, I took what I thought I needed for what I hoped was a maximum
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by Elyse Harrison ‘The flowers look beautiful, Mum,’ Clara smiled fondly, her head tilted downward, looking at her mother’s headstone. The sun rose slowly behind her, coating the sky in a rich pink and yellow light. She could feel the warm strokes of the sun’s rays on her