Candidates, by Ian Macnaughton

We promised you more short comedy film from Ian MacNaughton, and here it is, helping us celebrate day one of our birthday weekend.  Before there were apps like Tinder and Grindr, even before there was internet dating on the web, … Continue reading

The Watchers

In another piece of prose poetry, Ian Macnaughton imagines life in a post-Covid-apocalypse England. The Watchers The sky greys, blood-framed as it leeches edge in. Drifts often tailed across the flat worn ground. No one watches even I gaze without … Continue reading


Once again Ian Macnaughton moves away from the column format, also with prose poetry, but this time on the sardonic side. Opportunity Take it from me it’s the key. You See it Everywhere And in everything. Someone else’s grief is … Continue reading

The Plot

It’s been tidier, everywhere, here. I mean, normally they encroach on any area of vulnerability, the small, frail, tender and new. Anything emergent. This was seen as usual until recently. We have the new normal, the aged, depleted and compromised, … Continue reading