MUSIC
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SURF / SKATE / SNOW
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CREATIVE WRITING / VISUAL ART
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POETRY: The Letting Go (tombstone)
Suicide finds the sad and lonely place, The cowering and the waivering of consciousness, The falling back against the ropes; Falling onto ones’ knees and to the floor, Hiding unknown in a darkened corner, All aged and decrepit in youth;…
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POETRY: September’s sun
Late yesterday I took a walk along the tow path to where the city is distant. It felt colder than it had been; autumn had descended to lay her kiss on the air. A middle-aged man on rollerblades slid…
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VINYLCLUB: The Holy Bible (review & album stream)
VINYLCLUB ALBUM OF THE MONTH: The Holy Bible – Manic Street Preachers
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FICTION: Boots / They Stripped Me of my Sex
Our second short from London author Gary Budden
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FICTION: Whos’ Web? DIY. (stream of consciousness)
Whos´web DIY – Stream of Consiousness by ick
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CREATIVE WRITING: Summer Day in Ballyhornan / The Seventh Seal Heirskip
Another piece from resident Brain-Cloud wit J T Lindsay, in which man meets Death and is rather surprised to discover Death speaks Ulster Scots
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POETRY: Edge
The third poem in the series from crime fiction writer Patrick Martrin
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FICTION: The missing pizza. every little helps
braincloud proudly present a resounding piece by author Gary Budden, co-editor of the hackneyinflux.com
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CREATIVE WRITING: Lydia woke late
FICTION: Lydia woke late, including artwork by the author.
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CREATIVE WRITING: Beach Literature
A taster of the, er, romantic fiction from new Brain Cloud author J T Lindsay.
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POETRY: Dublin City Blue 65,15,15a,15b
March poetry, written by ick
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POETRY: Goodbye Saturday Night by Sten
Brain-cloud presents Poetry by Sten, brain-cloud wizard & author.
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POETRY: Night Parole by S—B
night parole, poem by S—B
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POETRY: The Nice People
Second in the series of poems by crime fiction writer: Patrick Martin
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POETRY: The Morning Bus
Introducing the first in a series of poems by crime fiction writer, Patrick Martin
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Protected: Unemployed philosophers
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
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POETRY: Yes, You, Whitman
poetry, written on a street corner, southern Chile 2008
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Poetry: calivorous rex
Sixteen small envelopes fell, sinew on skin, plateau on purpose. Seven small promises, wrapped in new skin clothing, devoured in complex. Eight and nine, its not mine, six and four, leave the door, open
