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25/12/2025

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A crisp Christmassy one from Rosie

I came together in the cold. The press of small hands shaping me to life, rounding, lifting, setting me upright against the day.

26/11/2025

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Where logic meets poetry - thank you Rosie for this one.

Every choice casts a second shadow, A quiet twin that drifts the other way. Walking backwards through imagined hours

25/11/2025

Following on from the success of our award winning film, The Rich and The Pure, Unleashed Community Drama present our second short film, 'Three Steps, which ...

19/11/2025

Thank you for this, Rosie.

My grandad is a mountain, steady, strong and true, A man who never falters in the hardest things he’ll do.

10/11/2025

I can hear the wind whistling through these trees reading this latest one from Rosie.

There is an orchard that no one owns, Where stories echo as trees grow old. The wind hums a choir through hollowed stones

31/10/2025

An appropriate post from Rosie for All Hallows Eve.

I once felt Death through the trembling glass of memory, when laughter lingered in rooms now cold

24/10/2025

This is a gently beautiful post from Rosie

It came like the tide against an unexpecting shore, Soft at first, then certain,

14/10/2025

What better time to give your child a wholesome ghost story than the run up to Halloween? 👻

13/10/2025

A portent of darkness and a flash of light perhaps from Rosie

One for sorrow, a phantom alone, A single feather and a hollowed bone. It circles the fields where the lost are found

02/10/2025

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Love this latest seasonal one from Rosie

Lanterns bloom on crooked porches, Orange against the creeping dusk. The air is stitched with smoke and cider, A sweetness laced with rust.

22/09/2025

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A poem from Jake on life - or death

Do not bring me my trophies for I will not win. Do not bring me a preacher for my simple sins. Do not bring me tissues to wipe away my tears

21/09/2025

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A slightly dark story from Rosie - love it!

The rain was relentless, the kind that doesn’t fall but rather collapse from the sky, hammering the pavement