Writing

• Simon Andrews · Jul 2026

  HIGH WATER

  The mudflats hold their breath

• Simon Andrews · Jul 2026

  Studio Light.

  The morning arrives sideways through the studio window as if it has been walking along the Solent first and only then remembered me. Pale gold, almost apolog…

• Simon Andrews · Jul 2026

  The Machine That Listens.

  I asked a machine to write like the sea.

• Lois Thompson · Dec 2024

  LUXURIOUS

  I hid beneath rotten blankets,

• Lois Thompson · 18 Dec 2024

  The Prospect.

  I ate nutty bread with lashings of salty dripping and drank warm beer. Ahhhhhg !! gulping it down in one. I was mesmerised by the view through the window bes…

• Lois Thompson · 20 Aug 2024

  FLABBERGASTED!!

  We decided to visit the bazaar. The day was so hot that the camels took advantage of the shade near the ramparts of the ancient Kasbah. (Fortress) We stepped…

• Lois Thompson · 20 Aug 2024

  Solace

  Alone all at sea

• Lois Thompson · 3 Nov 2023

  Poems written when the world fell silent.

  My heart waits, aches for the certainty of Faith,

• Lois Thompson · 3 Nov 2023

  RUGBY.

  The Millennium stadium in Cardiff is hushed until music resounds as if from the very soil under the turf and the rich cadence of harmonies rise and fall with…