The Pot of Rouge
by Diana Hendry Sometimes I still use it, scrubbing the flattened puff into the hardened stuff then rubbing it on my cheeks as she did on hers.
The Scottish Cemetery, Kolkata
The Scottish Cemetery, Kolkata by Chrys Salt At first none of us would go there. The kids were frightened of the snakes, the tortured idols of
Strange Genesis
by Christie Williamson Unkan Genesis Shetlandic Scots I da beginneen dey wir a
Prosbaig
by Anne Frater Telescope English Version It was one thing at Trafalgar for Nelson, deliberately to raise the
Immersion
by Anne Frater Immersion English Version If it had come in a downpour we would have noticed; we would have prepared: oilskin trousers and a
Common Rush
by Anna Crowe Common Rush for Swithun The flowers, by August, brownish withered knots; but something about the way they sprout —