The last three nights, I dreamt I was a sail
Lifted, swept and thumped from here to there.
Category: Creative Writing
ONE POEM – Elizabeth Wilson Davies
The unconsidered diaries of family life fall open at once favourite recipes,
bittersweet imprints on the page of stained, smeared, sticky memories.
Smälting Pot – Elinor Potts
Bellies lined with pyttipanna, we refill our water bottles and stride home from the city centre towards Block 5.
ONE POEM – Poppy Frean
listen
words pass overhead
spoken broken in dialogue slang where South
is said “SOUF”
COMFORT FOODS // While You’re Still Here – Yasmine Jessy Amr
You scribble on a piece of paper, pausing every two minutes to remember. Your memory isn’t what it used to be. But you try anyway.
ONE POEM – Ogedengbe Tolulope
We sing the songs filled with sadness,
Songs with lyrics written in silence
TWO POEMS — Miriam Gauntlett
any blotched greenery has
the potential to burst
forth into flower.
ONE POEM – M.E. Muir
Where cars lie dying
in Ligurian scrapyards
the Via Aurelia
travels slowly past
ONE POEM – Peter Hebden
Tuesday
morning with no people, no cars
only today there are no people,
no cars. Today it’s weird, isn’t it?
THREE POEMS – Hannah Bishop
braid me yes plait me
no plate me
don’t make me
ONE POEM – Kevin Jackson
Red shift Dark-moon cry of you half-him of you, starring backwards axe of you, mastered as youth Teeth of you biting down, tenderizing, sharpening if only for a night The many-fold you, thorns, garden, squall of you, intoxication Thief, the noble cat of you, insistent splinter The wild-world’s red eyes beating in you Me wrenched…
Email to Hannah – Catherine Madden
Today I woke up slightly ill and with a sense of nostalgia that was only just bearable.
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