My family observes the emu cage. Beaks so vengeful, I realise we’re taking the piss.
Category: Creative Writing
ONE POEM – C.W.Bryan
I first saw her walking,
the folds of her ink blue dress
turning the earth;
TWO POEMS – Cara L. McKee
at least the colour I’m told is
robin’s egg blue, like
boy-baby blankets, like
deep breaths of sunshine.
ONE POEM – Atma Frans
They’re small animals
wriggling to get out
Just let us touch the crust, they say
feel it crackle
ONE POEM – Satya Bosman
I know it’s over when I picture the train carriage
it’s an old-fashioned carriage with burgundy velvet seats
a little room in my memory.
ONE POEM – Finlay Worallo
You are sun-skinned, but my half
of the planet is tumbling into the dark.
ONE POEM – J.M.Summers
It is an old superstition.
The mirror, and the room
dark behind it but for the
flickering of a few fading
candles.
COMFORT FOODS // Cooke’s Pie & Mash Shop – Jonella Vidal
My memories can be quantified in cups of tea,
and meat pies filled perfectly, slumped against
a mountain of mash
ONE POEM – Jonny Rodgers
Like thirst – a need to quench, slake, state:
first hearse, first coffin and pallbearing.
TWO POEMS – Vanessa Napolitano
I become great at darts, a phenomenon
on dart circuits, earning enough from darts
to pay for lobster rolls
TWO POEMS – Hana Wilde
maybe they look down
at their bodies as they left them
in neat rows, heads of wheat
crackling green and gold
FICTION | Summer Buzz 1960 – Anne Irwin
She arms herself with the metal pipe of the Electrolux
with the precision of a marksman
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