Wasted Time

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The Darkling Door

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A big thank you to editor Manuela Timofte for publishing my latest poem, The Darkling Door.

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Sweet

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I’m delighted to have had my latest Drabble, Sweet, (100 word story), published by the fabulous folk at Fairfield Scribes. Issue 49 is packed full of 100 word stories. Quick to read and with lots of variety, I hope you enjoy them.

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SWEET

The Fallen

I’m delighted to have my latest piece, The Fallen, a Drabble (100 word story), published by the wonderful people at Fairfield Scribes, (Formerly ScribesMicro).

Available here: The Fallen

Issue 48 of Fairfield Scribes offers a wide array of these short form stories for anyone to read. Do feel free to sample them all.

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Richard


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Isolation Becalms the Soul

Feed The Holy

Massive thanks to editor, Barbara Leonhard, for publishing my latest think piece, (because every now and again I do), Isolation Becalms the Soul, in her wonderful new literary magazine, Feed The Holy.

Please do take a moment to read the fantastic works on offer. You won’t be disappointed.

PS. I hope you enjoy my own. 😀

Read here: Isolation Becalms the Soul

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The Girl

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A massive thank you to editor, Manuela Timofte, for publishing my latest poem, The Girl. As always, I hope you enjoy it, and please do take a little time to look around the site. There are some wonderful pieces to read.

THE GIRL


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Desperation Equals Damnation

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Suburban Witchcraft: Issue 9

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A big thank you to editor, Mirjana, for yet another wonderful issue of Suburban Witchcraft. Issue 9 is packed full of an amazing array of art, poetry and prose. I feel privileged to have my work, Desperation Equals Damnation, included in this fabulous magazine.

Please do take a look: HERE – Suburban Witchcraft Issue 9

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Separated at Birth

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A big thank you to editor, Manuela Timofte, for publishing my latest short prose, Separated at Birth. Please take a look at the other wonderful poetry and prose on the site. Gobblers by Masticadores never disappoints. Here

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Separated at Birth

Twins set apart by time and tide, yet close enough to touch. This is our meeting as if from thin air. This is the face on a screen. Here, we linger, the two of us, interacting with a world that neither understands us nor wishes to. We say the right things, act as others, but remain remote. As hermits in a world made social, where everyone and everything is a supposed friend, we become just this. 

We feel each other. Our words mean more when felt, not just spoken to appease. Those with poor memories see through such things, for lies are abhorrent to the cerebrally challenged, whereas truths are undoubtedly solid. Even when the pain strikes us both, we remain true to this. When it grows worse, we never falter. When one hurts, so does the other. If one resists weeping, the other blinks back the tears. As if affixed by a very long string, one tug is felt no matter the distance. Two tugs makes the other one topple; I don’t like to see her fall. 

This is us, just eyes in a glass face, and voices powered by electronics. It ought not to work, but it does. It ought not to mean so much, but it couldn’t mean more. Twins, some might call us, separated at birth. She touches the screen and I touch it back. I know the pain in her head is as bad as mine, but a pain shared is a pain halved, mother says. Apparently, hers says the same.


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The Hush

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Bean Dreaming

by Richard M. Ankers

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Entering to a bell as though welcome,

overt smiles greet these scowls.

With so many luxuries to enthral the senses,

we choose the simplest and sit.

Classical music graces unseen speakers

hidden from view, not mind.

This is ambience by design, perfunctory;

we close our eyes to elsewhere. 

Curlicues of steam make mysteries

of a developing morning,

that huffs and puffs beyond a 

forcefully fogged window;

we chill to our forefathers as the bean,

prized and perfected, percolates.

Leather seats make false luxury

for this temporary king of the hour.

Brief lives pass in ever-cooling sips

and whorls of ochre gloop. 

Time to go. Time to leave. The misting

cityscape is just another dream

I have no wish to wake to, and

definitely no wish to wake from. 

The End


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