Monthly Archive: December 2013

Word of the Week #45 0

Word of the Week #45

When I lost my job, she didn’t say anything, just pulled me into a cwtch that smelled of strawberries and her vanilla perfume, and made everything seem so much more bearable. cwtch (noun)  [KU-tch]...

Word of the Week #44 0

Word of the Week #44

The party was a nightmare–loud music, people I didn’t know and who I couldn’t talk to–so I fled to my growlery and made myself a nest of comfort amongst my books and chewing gum....

Featured Poem 12/16 – “Museum” 0

Featured Poem 12/16 – “Museum”

Museum by Glyn Maxwell   Sundays, like a stanza break Or shower’s end of all applause, For some old unexplaining sake The optimistic tread these shores, As lonely as the dead awake Or God among...

Word of the Week #43 0

Word of the Week #43

Their relationship had been strained for a while now, but David, ever the micawber, bought them tickets to the Twilight movie in an attempt to rekindle their spark. She dumped him a few weeks...