-Peter J Donnelly

In this house they rise
Like doubloons
Or better still
Shaped something like
A sperm whales eardrum
They all are eaten
With gravy or syrup
With awe
And occasionally with stew

-Julie Corbett

The Buzz

“Where are the Yorkshire Puddings?”
a customer enquires, and to show
them where is the gravy to my brain.

“Have you got any custard?”
I point to the correct aisle
and get the jam roly poly in my stomach.

That shot of serotonin to the head,
lifts the day. I know where to find
what they want or need feels worthwhile.

-Paul Brookes

Bios And Links

-Julie Corbett

is a writer from East Yorkshire and writes about place and how it is remembered.

-Peter J Donnelly

lives in York where he works as a hospital secretary. He has been published in various magazines and anthologies including Dreich and Writer’s Egg. He has degrees in English Literature and creative writing from the University of Wales Lampeter. He recently won second prize in the Ripon Poetry Festival competition.