Charly Chow

You and me, both vicar’s kids, ached for unnameable things. We sat on your bed, a little bit past fifteen, and waited for the soft click of your dad…

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Lothlorien Poetry Journal Edited by Strider Marcus Jones Poet - Publishes poetry and fiction online and in print periodically. https://lothlorienp

By Charly Chow You and me, both vicar's kids, ached for unnamable things. We sat on your bed, a little bit past fifteen, and waited for the soft click of your dad's study door so we could risk the slip of our favorite disc into your CD player.

Charly Chow shows us love can come anytime, anywhere

Neon Jellyfish Be bold, be brilliant, be you. How wonderful to be a neon jellyfish, winging vivid colour through murky depths with ethereal fronds. How precious the light cast by those unafraid to …

Love’s Bittersweet Brew A prompt-response love story He was only supposed to be gone for a few days. She’d trigger-pulled over a slight, sent him off with enough clothes for a short exile, and …

Recent art work to accompany poetry Because words and pictures go together like peanut butter jelly Sorry for the radio silence on here, Medium friends. I hope everyone is well and enjoying a more …

Recent art work to accompany poetry Because words and pictures go together like peanut butter jelly Sorry for the radio silence on here, Medium friends. I hope everyone is well and enjoying a more …

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His unruly mop of dark sunshine rests gently against my shoulder. My hand trembles a little in his soft squeeze. The fearful words crowd my tongue. He doesn’t know yet. He still doesn’t know. The w…

Editor’s Note Issue 5 of Duck Duck Mongoose Magazine aims to uncover and highlight the types of notes that are important to people. This could be musical notes, handwritten notes, mental notes, or …

Welcoming Rain For The Love Of Puddles Here it is, the predictable August downpour. It started with a sprinkle, now it thunders into grey. Concentric circles shiver over filling ponds. Fresh …

He asks, “are you lucid?” I guess it’s hard to say. I mean, I’m kind of on the fence when it comes to common sense — the unfortunate sixth that often overtakes taste, touch, sight and …

Never Fall in Love With a Poet You’ll be chasing a daydream and never know it. So here’s the thing about poets, we’re a little bit wild, and we know it. We don’t mean to cause offence with …

The light bringers We are bringers of light, burning with truth Blessed are the light bringers, destined to burn trembling hands against truth’s flame. In the middle of a wild and wary path we …

The Red String Let us go walking, you and I Let us go walking you and I, into the night beyond this distance. Above you bright stars shine loving light on the pain I’m afraid to see. You hold out …

Hold My Dreams For Me When I cannot see the full possibility of words coming into being Hold my dreams for me when I cannot see the full possibility of words coming into being. Hold my self belief …

The Wildling Wife Her fierce heart is full of strength Her fierce heart is full of strength, the wilderness knows her by name. She keeps the mundane at arm’s length, born of the air, and forged in …