Strange Fictions

By John W. Otte   Another dead planet drifted past on the navigation display, a husk of stone and ash

(For Richard Dadd) By J.S. Watts   There’s a tiny, wee circle, just off the lane by Crowthorne, cut light

by Philip Brown I’ve always been fascinated with the idea of ‘magic in the moment,’ how if we are living

Steph Minns works in acrylics and is inspired by life in Bristol, which is a short drive from Glastonbury in Somerset,