We Are Back!

With 2 nights per month in Sowerby Bridge!
Charlotte, Laura, and Steve will be bringing you the usual fabulous guest with open mic every first Monday of the month at the Navigation, and we are proud to introduce our sister night, Puzzle Plus (compered by our own Freda Davis) – the third Monday of the month at the Puzzle Hall Inn, a night solely devoted to open mic spoken word.
We look forward to welcoming you all again. It’s been too long, friends x

Spelt Magazine Issue 2 Out NOw

The second Issue of Spelt Magazine, co-edited by Puzzle Guest Wendy Pratt and our own Steve Nash is out now. There’s great poetry and creative non-fiction, a writing prompt from our own John Foggin, and a fascinating interview with Jason Allen-Paisant.
To purchase, subscribe, or for submission details, have a look at the website:
www.speltmagazine.com

We’d love to hear your thoughts or to read your words 😀

Poet Puzzlers – Mike Farren

After a short hiatus, the poet puzzlers are back with international poet of mystery and mushrooms – Mike Farren. Read on for tips on disappearing dead bodies, reincarnation news, and some writing talk too.

Poet Puzzlers – David Underdown

Today’s poet for the puzzling comes to us from realms so distant only the fae people know their true names. Legend has it that if you evoke his name and demand for your baby brother to be taken away, he might just send along some puppet goblins to steal the child. It doesn’t sound like fun but I’m told there’s always music, dancing, and nobody frowns upon a tight pair of riding jodhpurs. Anyhoo read on to find out just how puzzled David Underdown can be (and don’t go THAT way, never go THAT way)…

Puzzle Poets Live Presents Sarah Wimbush

Poet Puzzlers – Clint Wastling

Today’s poet, though puzzled, is not a man to be trifled with. He’s had many roles and many faces, all of them involving being handy with his fists, and most being handier with a gun. From those lonely days wandering the West surviving on the respect of the men he gunned down, to more recently, where he was found coming to the aid of his young neighbours when a gang tried to rope a poor boy into being a drug mule, though he’d much rather be sat on his porch with a beer admiring his Gran Torino. We asked him if he felt lucky. Well, do you think he did, punk?

Poet Puzzlers – Sarah L Dixon

Our guest poet this week is none other than Puzzle Poet repeat main guest and purveyor of quietude – Sarah L. Dixon (aka the Quiet Compere), fresh from a family holiday at Kellerman’s Resort. And what a Summer it was. Who’d have thought that carrying a watermelon could lead to such lake-lifting, log-dancing adventures with the misundertood serpentine-hipped and corner-phobic Johnny Castle? Anyhoo – she’s back and ya know what? We did put her in a corner to ask her these questions…

Poet Puzzlers – Martin Zarrop

Good morning poets, people, porcupines, and pineapples. This week’s puzzled poet is a writer who comes to us via distress call from the commercial space tug Nostromo. We think we’ve managed to filter out the questions between the gibberish about slimey creatures, chest ripping minibeast, and something about hugging faces. Read on to discover more…
– Note: Despite the easing of lockdown and social distancing measures, we at the Puzzle Poets absolutely do not endorse the hugging of faces (yet).

Poet Puzzlers – Emily Zobel Marshall

This week’s special guest in the hottest of poetry seats (note to self – Dragon’s Den idea… Hot poetry seats) is the very wonderful Emily Zobel Marshall. You may recall Emily as the wry-smiling, quick-quipping individual who single-handedly thwarted a criminal plot one Christmas in New York. Only there for the Holidays, Emily fortunately brought her gun and, despite minor damage to her own feet and several hundred thousand dollars of required repairs, Nakatomi Plaza was saved. It was a whole thing. Read on to find out more, and trust me when I tell you that this one is definitely ‘profound’…

Poet Puzzlers – Thomas McColl

This week’s edition of Poet Puzzlers is brought to you from Lockdown via London where our puzzled poet resides (although we are under strict instruction not to let our evil overlords and the grand high pumpkin know this, so keep it under your tin foil hats). Anyhoo, enough nonsense, let us query a thing or two with Thomas McColl…