wondering why
create measures to gauge the seriousness
of fragile moments
Category: literature
Right There — Lily Blacksell
‘Your place or mine?’ he typed, adding then deleting a winky face and pressing send.
‘Neither,’ she replied very quickly, adding ‘obviously.’
ONE POEM – Ross Thompson
Beneath the light of a bashful demilune,
the water appears quite black, like blood on snow.
ONE POEM – Sally Michaelson
giddy with the scent
we pipette the peppermint
into the mixture
ONE POEM – Emma Wells
a cheeping beak breaks forth
scenting balmy air:
swirls of hyacinths waft
in warm, hour-less days –
THREE POEMS – Eleanor Scorah
I felt autumn and you weren’t in it
ONE POEM – Aimee Nicole
How many fried eggs do I have to eat to heal these broken bones?
ONE POEM – Miriam Gauntlett
last night i carved open
a tree in the yard and
at the centre of the
trunk was a small
knife
ONE POEM — Danae Younge
The trees are prettier this time of year, limp—
gowned in sweet milk stuck to our tongues.
ONE POEM — Anisha Jackson
It was the temperamental radio,
the cats with full bellies,
the hilarious stench of fuel
POETRY & ART – Amber Rollinson
I try bleaching the sun
using liquid soda crystals
but the sky turns yellow too
ONE POEM — Finola Scott
breathe and /hold
lungs and belly
moon balloon full
