The Beach Hut

‘Listen to the sound of the waves within you’ ~ Rumi

Welcome… we are lovers of the sea, the surf and the beach huts. The ice cream, the seagulls, the sandcastles, the seaweed. We are all about nature, it’s power and its inspiration… we are words that hug the waves, then explode on a high tide. We want the hidden (under rocks), the flotsam, the jetsam. We want you… to be inspired by coastal surroundings. Breathe life into words. And, if it helps you along the way, to heal, to empower, we will do our very best to applaud you, your writing, your love, your healing, through poetry, flash fiction or the odd short story. We are based in the south west of the U.K., a truly inspiring place for writing. We hope our enthusiasm rubs off on you … no matter where in the world you are.

We do not claim to be able to showcase upon a sandy beach, neither can we pay for such submissional delights, however, we are hoping in the near future to hold competitions that will have a small monetary reward for the winners. Watch this space!

We hope you will enjoy writing at the beach hut.

Testimonials

‘I had the honour of being the first poet published on this new and exciting writing space and I have read every poem published since then. I love the coastal themed work and the carefully chosen artwork that accompanies the writing. A beautiful and positive place to spend some time every day’ ~ Eileen Carney Hulme

‘To have my work published with The Beach Hut was as exciting as it was about sixty years ago to be taken to the seaside unexpectedly, being bought a two flake 99 and discovering rock pools full of wonderful new friends all rolled into one’ ~ Bernard Pearson

SUBMISSIONS

  1. We welcome submissions of poetry, flash fiction and the occasional short story that specifically, and also loosely, follows a coastal theme. Use your imagination! We enjoy pieces that are contemporary and that may have been hiding under rocks for fear of being discovered. We particularly celebrate writing that has healed, or been part of a journey. That has been a cathartic process and is to be celebrated as such.
  2. Please email your poetry (up to 45 lines) flash fiction (up to 500 words) and the occasional short story (up to 1,500), in one Word document, titles excluded. Accompanied by a short (up to 50 words) third person bio. We would prefer unpublished pieces, it’s always nice to be able to publish a new great piece, but, pieces that have already been published, will be considered. Please state where published when submitting.
  3. Copyright remains with the author at all times, but we appreciate the celebration of your first publication should you go on to have the piece published elsewhere.
  4. We will not enter into discussions about rejection of pieces, and whilst we appreciate that this can be disheartening (yes, we have been there), please do not take the rejection personally, for it is not intended to be so. We will wish you good luck elsewhere. Never give up, and remember, this is not a competition.
  5. Whilst we can not pay for any submissions accepted, we will, once a month (or thereabouts) gift a small prize for the magical magicians piece.
  6. We aim to reply within two weeks of submission date (although please do not hold us to this) and rest assured, every submission will be read. Acceptance, as perviously stated, is not on merit of previous publications or awesomeness, but on pieces that we feel reflect what we are aiming to showcase her at The Beach Hut.
  7. Please submit your pieces (no more than three, which can be a mix of poetry and fiction) to; thebeachhut7@gmail.com We will post here when submissions are closed.
  8. Please do not resubmit for a further two months, regardless of acceptance or rejection.
  9. Please read all of the above carefully.
  10. We are crazy, coastal loving, word consuming, volunteers; we don’t get paid for this. Please be respectful.
  11. We actively encourage writing as a wellbeing tool. To heal and to use nature as your inspiration and we wish you well on your journey.
  12. Submissions will be closing from 6th January 2020 (midnight) and will reopen again on the 30th March 2020.

How we store and use your contact details/information that you have supplied.

By submitting to The Beach Hut, you are sharing with us your personal information, that you supply, solely for us to; consider your submission and contact you with a response.

Sometimes, we may may contact you with information we believe to be of interest to you; mainly information about competitions or future/current submissions. This will be done by the email that you initially contacted us by. We will never contact you by phone, unless you have provided us with a contact number, and unless it is for a specific reason; for example: Competition results. If you do not wish to receive any further notifications, please advise in your initial email.

We will never share your information that you have given us with a third party. All information is stored securely and is only accessed (via a password) for means of publishing or contacting you, as per submission/Competition guidelines.

You can withdraw your consent at any time to the above by a written statement (email is sufficient) stating as such to; thebeachhut7@gmail.com

If you have any queries relating to the above, please contact us via email ~ thebeachhut7@gmail.com

The Beach Hut

  • Coastal writing for wellness competition is now open…

    27th Mar 2020 by

    Our inaugural coastal writing for wellness competition is now open. Sole adjudicator: Deborah Harvey There are few rules other than the subject of your writing should be inspired by the coast, nature and all it encompasses. How you decide to interpret this is up to you, providing your piece is either a poem (maximum of… Read more

  • Blue Breeze ~ A poem by Kymm Coveney

    9th Mar 2020 by

    Blue Breeze When there’s no horizon because blueis a dictator, we sail acrossto the Island of Turquoiseand treat our Billie to a holiday. She likes to have a blue-plate specialat the Blue Mooring on Tuesdays.Adirondack potatoes with blue cheesedressing, and a blueberry pie for dessert. Tuesdays have a primary air about them.Afternoons you want to… Read more

  • Odyssey ~ A flash fiction piece by Dorothy Burrows

    7th Mar 2020 by

    Odyssey The port was awash with crowds, bars, fast food and buses with engines running. Traffic. Fumes. Heat. Hassle. What on earth was she doing here? In her head she could hear his disgust at the colossal cruise ships out in the bay and his opinions on tourist traps and unreliable ferry services: ‘Call this… Read more

  • coast ~ a poem by Laura McKee

    5th Mar 2020 by

    coast bits of me have changedwhere my hard edge gets worn downand the wounds are saltedstrung up with the bubbles of dulseevery passing jellied creaturehas bounced against mefrissoned the melting clayfound blood in the chalksome things are beyond me Laura McKee Laura McKee’s poems can be found in journals and online, including in Crannog, Butcher’s… Read more

  • Crabbing at Walberswick ~ a poem by Carole Bromley

    2nd Mar 2020 by

    Crabbing at Walberswick The biggest of the sixty-four we caughtthat morning, King of crabs, reared up,pincering the air, while, underneath,the sixty three resigned to their fate,had seen it all yesterday, the day before,last summer when they were titchy and softand didn’t yet know they only had to waitand the children would tip them back inand… Read more

  • SANDY PYLOS ~ A poem by Chris Hardy

    27th Feb 2020 by

    SANDY PYLOS The chameleonate the flythat drank the sweatof Telemachusas he rode through reedsfrom the Cow’s Mouth. Where is my father?He asks the kingwho says Before I answeryou must batheand calls his daughterwho takes the boyhelps him intoa low clay bathsealed with painteddolphins and blue wavesand with her fingerspresses salt and dustfrom his porestips jugs… Read more

  • At the Beach ~ A poem by Bernard Pearson

    23rd Feb 2020 by

    At the Beach Sandcastles that soon willBe palaces of the past,As the tide starts to turnAnd the last line is cast.Collecting razor shellsand spent onion ringsand what mightbe the throat of a mermaid,Who now no longer sings.Grains of glass thatOnce may havebeen her heart.A never on a sundaefrom an ice cream cart.We dance like demonsAt… Read more

  • A WRITERS BEACH ~ A poem by Alice Kavounas

    21st Feb 2020 by

    A WRITER’S BEACH An exultation of larks . . . murmurationof starlings . . . a garrulousness of gulls?As I follow the lip of froth, sea birdsby the dozen lift off, only to resettlefurther down the beach, nestling in the sandlike warm-blooded stones: an artist’s installation.Amidst their screaming conviviality,I note the feathers that mark their… Read more

  • SOMERSET BEACH ~ A poem by Zoe Brooks

    20th Feb 2020 by

    SOMERSET BEACH A mist curls wheresandstone cliffsborn of desertsmeet the cold washof the Atlantic.The tide revealsplates of grey lias,stacked stone booksslipping into pools,where oystercatchers pickat the slate sheets,searching for winklesamong ammonites.Time slips here too.It coils like the fossils,a fractal spiralendless and returning. Take the path from the beach,past the shale kiln with ivysmoking from the… Read more

  • Ophelia in Kitakyushu ~ A poem by Richard Manly Heiman

    19th Feb 2020 by

    Ophelia in Kitakyushu You loved green Maysprigs and branches,snatched forget-me-notsand billowing tufts ofmaidenhair. Your palecheeks puffed out, youtangled up in violets,a saint with bloodless lips,two pilgrims still heart-pink as kiku florets. And ghost-eyed childrenshriven in maelstromsrecalled fire-blossomsand a gale of siftingashes, and adored you.Then they reverencedyou, drowned sparrow,like a fair jeweled cityburied in riverine mudwhere… Read more

  • Gulls ~ A poem by Juliet Wilson

    19th Feb 2020 by

    Gulls Gulls dive-bomb each other,squabble over perching rightson chimney pots,throw back their headsin raucous chorus,rip rubbish sacks to shreds,steal chicks from nestsand eat them on the roofs then launch into the skyto soar on thermals,sharp white wingsagainst the blue. Juliet Wilson Juliet is an adult education tutor and conservation volunteer living in Edinburgh, UK. She… Read more

  • Saint Ninian’s Cave ~ A poem by Martin Locock

    18th Feb 2020 by

    Saint Ninian’s Cave After the narrow valleyThe stream dipsBeneath the beach shingle Over to the westA rock shelf risesTo a dark triangle The ancient shrineSo described, at least,A shallow cave A place of pilgrimagePenitence, contemplationGratitude for safe return Little here to stir the soulI think; sea, sky, stoneBut nothing special OthersHave come beforeThey left objects… Read more

  • Gurnard’s Head ~ A poem by Alison Lock

    17th Feb 2020 by

    Gurnard’s Head From Gurnard’s Head I stareat a flawless day: the bluesof swirling azure, the deepshades of a lapis sea. I know this place – allof its below, its beyond– the ways it pivots.I feel/fear nothing. These granite rocksare the gate-keepersto the falling, the flying,where I am left to float. Alison Lock Previously published in… Read more

  • TRANSITION ~ A poem by John Short

    15th Feb 2020 by

    TRANSITION Around the Mani In those days no attemptto catch the solitudeof dark peninsulassnaking into oceanwhen viewed from pathsto higher groundand my broken old houseas rough as dusk-light. They were barren timesnow looking back,but lack of inspirationwas eclipsed by geographythat took me on a rideso when traversingan emptiness of heartthank god for wild places: the… Read more

  • Two poems by ~ Simon Williams

    14th Feb 2020 by

    Morning Blue Sea and sky in their acrylics,before the surfers take their palette knivesand carve their abstracts through the white crests before the fishing boats make a collage,dragging their glue of nets through the tide’s pot,highlighting their decks with silver, before the pointillism of peoplein their primary pants and tops,their windbreaks like Kandinskys, there is… Read more

  • Hebridean Seaweed Soup ~ A poem by Bruach Mhor

    10th Feb 2020 by

    Hebridean Seaweed Soup Sea Whistle? A broth of Dead Man’s Rope?A fusion of Fucus flavours:Bladderwrack, Spiral Wrack, Channelled Wrack? Or perhaps a mash of Devil’s Apron/bulbous prongs of Velvet Horn?Something named only in Gaelic, with a little garlic?Each summer evening, after a long Atlantic swim(no skins), I cook and try the day’s find,ranging ever further… Read more

  • BALTIMORE, COUNTY CORK ~ A poem by Maureen Weldon

    7th Feb 2020 by

    BALTIMORE, COUNTY CORK That day,sky, mountains, cliffs and glorious wind-swept air. How could I not dance?Dance among sea pinks and spongy grasses. Climb sheer rugged rocks.‘To the Beacon,’ my friend called. There, secure between two boulders, I looked down,down on smoke-blue, sun-diamond sea. Maureen Weldon Previously published in Poetry Space Winter Showcase 2016, Edited by… Read more

  • Comino ~ A poem by Graham Burchell

    6th Feb 2020 by

    Comino One hill of a rock worried with holesand margined with turquoise sea. One crusty cheese, a brie perhaps, pecked at,punctuated with moulds of olive and grey. One infant between its mother Gozoand its father Malta: one Comino (cumin seed), a dry childholding its head above water, one at peace in the smell of its… Read more

  • Tuscan Sea Scenes ~ A poem by Jenny Robb

    5th Feb 2020 by

    Tuscan Sea Scenes The Caribbean white sands of Vadahave lost their spring banks of seaweed.Fishing lines and tattered plastic lacemingle with towels and migrant menpatrolling and selling, wave after wave. In Rosignano Solvaythe factory with its pluming towersreleases bi-carbonate wasteinto turquoise sea.Tuscan town and village life survives. In Pomaia red-robed buddhist monksmeditate, watching fieldsroll down… Read more

  • Sea Salt Breath ~ A poem by Ryan Dodge

    5th Feb 2020 by

    Sea Salt Breath The closer I growto the land of sand,the unmistakable scent of salty air;natural, cleansing, freshness.Each breath of serenity fills my lungs and mind;old pains swept awaystraight out to sea. I know they’ll besent back to me;waves come and go. But my home is the shoreon the edgeof blue eternity. Ryan Dodge Ryan… Read more

  • The wading bird ~ A poem by Gail Ingram

    3rd Feb 2020 by

    The wading bird When I think of bitterns, I’m sadI haven’t seen one since that time I mucked outthe horse paddocks. I was 12. It lived in the boundary ditch.I don’t think it looked at me but I studied itfor quite some time. Long neck, the most striking thingfeathers dappled brown beak pointed upwards, gulletexposed… Read more

  • Wooden Lady ~ A poem from Penelope Shuttle’s forthcoming collection ~ Lyonesse

    1st Feb 2020 by

    Penelope Shuttle lives in Cornwall, and is President of the Falmouth Poetry Group. She has published many collections of poems, most recently Lzrd: Poems from The Lizard Peninsula (with Alyson Hallett) November 2018, IDP, and Will You Walk a Little Faster? Bloodaxe, May 2017. Forthcoming: Lyonesse, from Bloodaxe, Spring 2021. http://www.penelopeshuttle.co.uk Tweeting as @penelopeshuttle Photo… Read more

  • Before The Rot Sets In ~ A poem by Alun Robert

    30th Jan 2020 by

    Before The Rot Sets In Cut. Sliced. Planed. I weathered in a drying yardseasoned with my siblings.Preserved for my strength, my close grain.Chosen by my master. Thought I would be here for a year or twonot decades, but I am.Experienced proxigen tides.The storm of ’53.Waves crashingintense flooding.Dutchmen flying loose from their moorings. Have longitudinal cracks… Read more

  • I married sea glass ~ A poem by Rachel Burns

    29th Jan 2020 by

    I married sea glass Bean green and smooth in the handthe taste of salt on my lips.A gabble of gulls flocked whiteas I walked with the tidepast shipwrecks, past the drowned.Swam with bottlenose dolphinsand harbour sealsuntil the chains of the shipwreckscaught in my hairpulled me downsaltwater filled my lungs.The drowned gathered to watch.I held the… Read more

  • BEACHING ~ A poem by Jennifer McGowan

    28th Jan 2020 by

    BEACHING Pebbles and bonenot yet ground to sandchirp and tumble in chorus. A sharp crack:one dividing,a step closer to land. Tides drill keyholesinto the rocks. No keywill ever open them into a bloody chamber,or any new world.One last time we walk hand in handthrough the salt-sting. Jennifer McGowan Obtaining her MA and PhD from the… Read more

  • Coasting ~ A poem by Chaucer Cameron

    26th Jan 2020 by

    Coasting Gretna Greenshe still believesin fairytales pier on fireonly mud beneath waveskittiwakes hover silent moviethe house next doorhas no blinds sunset in wintersudden downpourthey make a lovely couple empty beachwhite sand between toes Chaucer Cameron Chaucer Cameron has been published in journals and online including: The North 63 (forthcoming) and I am Not a Silent… Read more

  • At Anchor, Las Cuevitas ~ A poem by Katy McKinney

    25th Jan 2020 by

    At Anchor, Las Cuevitas This is not one of those nightswhen the empty wine bottlewill lurch from the tablethen roll to the left, roll to the right(for hours,) when the wind will playthe stays and shrouds, wail unearthly harmonics,when the unlatched cupboards will spew their platesto shatter on the floor. This is not one of… Read more

  • Found Footsteps in the Sand ~ A poem by Sheila Aldous

    24th Jan 2020 by

    Found Footsteps in the Sand Found the trails of molluscswashed away before the tidecould tell their tale Found the cormorantstill as a statuehis ebony body, talking Found a tree its leavesthe hair of a dead dogfloating by Found the seagull hoveringlanding his message:this log is my log Found the sealgrinning up closespreading his word Found… Read more

  • TRACKS ~ A poem by John Grey

    21st Jan 2020 by

    TRACKS Tracks come easy to the world…a line of forks in snow,dour imprints in the mud,tiny blots on shifting sand.My footprints are forgottenthe moment they are madebut these spoors speak ofmovement, hunger, the camaraderieof flocks and packs and herds.The paw is a mighty story teller.The hoof speaks from an hour before.Talons are brief messagesfor heads… Read more

  • From Brean Down ~ A poem by Sharon Phillips

    20th Jan 2020 by

    From Brean Down The puddled beach reflects a cloudthat floats off to glistening mudflats,then to Steep Holm, Flat Holm, Walesover water thick and brown with silt, though from the Down, you can seehow the murky waves catch the lightso a blue lustre glazes their crestsand a day long forgotten comes back: brown sea with a… Read more

  • Dolphins ~ A poem by Peter Burrows

    19th Jan 2020 by

    Dolphins How many years were we so close, passing by these same villages on family drives: the harbour, the beach, climbing rocks unseeing beyond our own world. No helpful signs back then that such wonders we thought existed only on TV were chasing shoals along this same stretch, each summer. Fleeting moments missed – a… Read more

  • Starfish ~ A poem by Pippa Little

    17th Jan 2020 by

    Starfish Draped akimboon warm stone, limp asgingerbread or Hands of Glory – after turn of tideleft curled in yellow bucketsdrying out, old socksbeside a picnic: in half lightas day recedessomething stirs –nothing to see they liftas oneand flit, weary spaceshipsfar from home. Pippa Little Pippa Little has two collections, Overwintering (Carcanet 2012) and Twist (Arc… Read more

  • WE WALK THE BEACH ~ A poem by Gareth Culshaw

    16th Jan 2020 by

    WE WALK THE BEACH That day on the beach at Llandanwg.The sky pressing itself against the sea,pushed waves from the other sideof this eye we call earth. Our soles grappledwith pebbles, eyesight – splintered bythe lemon light. We talked with the gullsthat promised rain but brought a gust.Seaweed – wet dreadlocks of a historywe have… Read more

  • The Collectors ~ A poem by Alison Jones

    15th Jan 2020 by

    The Collectors Brighton beach, midsummer, the elements caress each other, as if winning attention is a great competition.Which piece of plastic shines brightest on the rocks? Beneath a steel grey sky, beside gunmetal shimmer, we walk, leaning into the wind, ice-cream and fairingsour worthy ballast. We carry the remains in a sturdy cloth bag. Busily,… Read more

  • Seaside ~ A poem by Paul Brookes

    14th Jan 2020 by

    Seaside at seven gob full of stickypink cloud, sucks on columnof lettered sugar, gigglesin mechanical whirl. at seventeen lugs full of raucous beatfills our no confidence,and, if lucky, a fumblein the wet between her thighsbeneath the pier. at fifty seven, another beachof quiet silver haired contentmenta bench of rich silenceto admire the soft waves lapand… Read more

  • One Summer: Orcas in the Bay ~ A poem by Wes Lee

    13th Jan 2020 by

    One Summer: Orcas in the Bay We began excitedly moving out of the sea —not in a furious tumble the way we would at the sight of a shark. Lines of cars stopped on the road, people climbing out to raise their hands above their eyes. A swirling fracas as they thrashed under the waves.… Read more

  • Clouds Reflected ~ A poem by Angela Topping

    11th Jan 2020 by

    Clouds Reflected Even a puddle can do this:become a piece of skylayered with treesbeside the wild garlic. Angela Topping Angela Topping has 8 collections and 4 pamphlets of poetry to her name. She is a former Writer in Residence at Gladstone’s Library, and her work has appeared in quality journals and over 100 anthologies. She… Read more

  • A Conference Of Crows ~ A poem by Paul Waring

    10th Jan 2020 by

    A Conference Of Crows They paint black coatson fence poles, perchedclose to the waterfront arms behind backsstern as schoolmasters in gowns at assembly stare fearless into wind raging from Irish Seataking turns to caw strategy in corvid code. A morning conference with murderous intent – shared intelligenceabout feeding grounds,comings and goings and timing of raids… Read more

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