M. E. Muir

M. E. Muir

    Three poems by M.E. Muir Dive Dogfish First Steps   M. E. Muir is a Scot now living in London, former teacher and consultant, some of whose work has recently been published in eg Dawntreader,The London Grip, Ink Sweat & Tears, Porridge, and of...

morphrog21 updated

morphrog has just updated its celebratory 21st issue with a photo gallery and updated Contributor Notes. We will be making further changes to the website over the coming month, so watch this space!

Contributor Gallery

Naomi WoodMarion PanizzonJ. Michael FreiwaldIan C. SmithGerald SeniukDaniel PoundsM.E. Muir
M. E. Muir

M. E. Muir

Wordhaul                                 He’s called the portercleans the liftferries papers post...

Contributors to morphrog21

Kathryn de Leon is from California but have been living in England for ten years. She has had poems published in a number of small magazines in the US, and has just begun submitting poems to magazines in the UK. Gerald Seniuk is from Saskatoon, a city on the Canadian...
introducing morphrog21

introducing morphrog21

morphrog 21 has poems by the following poets. Please click on the poet’s name or use the navigation bar at the top of the page.   Ian C. Smith Stephen Bone Marion Panizzon Gerald Seniuk Naomi Wood Kathryn de Leon J. Michael Freiwald Dominic James M.E. Muir...
Gerald Seniuk

Gerald Seniuk

HENRY WOOLF AT NINETY He had always beena secret agent man,or so it seemed,that it had ever been,that it never began,He just always was:the secret agent man. He worked from the inside, Doing what the insiders did.But we always knewthat he had been hid,one of a select...
Stanley M. Noah

Stanley M. Noah

Traveler My dog howls at the moon while I’m beside the camp fire.  He comes over and tells me this story like an old pal, as to why dogs howl in the night. Something about paranormal activity. And not knowing exactly how he came to earth against his own...
Stephen Bone

Stephen Bone

Jammie Dodgers Not the virtuous digestiveor curlicue embossed custard creamor Communion taste of a pink wafer,but Jammie Dodgers, the ones to return torchlit lights-out,lidos, comic swaps, reels of caps going offas on Wild West horses disguised as bikes we freewheeled...