Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Recent Comments

David RL Moore on War in Season
50 minutes ago

Marla Joy on Lions Land.
7 hours ago

Greg Freeman on Dominoes
7 hours ago

M.C. Newberry on Combe Gibbet
8 hours ago

Ian Whiteley on Citizens
8 hours ago

M.C. Newberry on Sashaying to Byzantium
8 hours ago

M.C. Newberry on IT AIN'T ME, BABE
8 hours ago

Auracle on Festive FM
9 hours ago

Tim Higbee on Grandfather
10 hours ago

TobaniNataiella on She Says Goodbye
11 hours ago

Maths

Today's homework is: arrive in Paris
But this is maths, sir
Yes. Les devoirs sont to arrive in Paris
But sir, how do we get there?
That's the homework

I know, sir
Yes?
My aunty lives in Hull
Fascinating, fascinating
No really, sir, you can get the ferry to Zebrugge
But then you'll be in Belgium
Then you can catch a bus to Lille and then another bus to Amiens and…
How do you know all ...

Read and leave comments (0)

🌷(4)

Dallas Mirabilis

Someone hatched a murder plan
In nineteen sixty three
(Which was soon for Lyndon B )
Involving a knoll and a rifleman
Who was (or was not) named Lee.

There might (or might not) have been anyone
In the pay of the CIA
Who hid not far away,
Who duly prepared (or did not) a gun
For the scalp of JFK.

Who might (or might not) have aimed it down
And shot him in the head;
So Lyndon Johnson...

Read and leave comments (3)

🌷(6)

Ode to Joy

Our Joy has left us. Should we say goodbye?
Not while we smile recalling what she said;
not while the sharp remembrance of her eye
surprises us through all the days ahead;
not while the greenest branches of her tree
still show her love for living and for learning;
not while each grandchild welcomed on her knee
holds hope the world should never tire of turning;
not while our Joy lives on. T...

Read and leave comments (2)

🌷(5)

Show me your fingers

HAMLET

My days drag on, with every day alike,
Each day a copy of the day before
Wrought by a foolish scribe, whose erring hand
Makes changes here and changes there, until
The manuscript is meaningless.

HORATIO

             And yet
You rose today and copied it anew.
Show me your fingers, stainéd with that ink
That met the sun this morning: this is hope.

Read and leave comments (0)

🌷(1)

5%

"Buy billboard space," the ad man said,
"To advertise your brand
In ninety-five percent of all
Locations in the land."

"But would you tell me, sir," I said,
"About that five percent—
The places billboards cannot reach?"

And when I'd heard, I went.

[Image shows a billboard making that claim, taken by Kai]

Read and leave comments (1)

🌷(6)

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message