We are bound to nature, worms and dirt, we come from earth, and to earth we will return.
“You can call me Mr. S,” my ninth-grade biology teacher told the class on our first day, “for the sssss a snake makes.” Eyes sunken behind wirerimmed glasses, he had a wide mouth with no lips that I recall, and long, stubble-blue cheeks like leather stretched tight to the bone. While he lectured, a red…
We made the heads of Styrofoam
so not to be too heavy on their frail necks.
Hearts? Simply-fashioned, from lumps of stone.
The fluttering ribbon of blue
outside my window deepens
but holds fast to the birches.
Above the house a low sun like a wrecking ball,
the world at the horizon splintered like a Rothko
I want to feel
the warm milk of your smile.
I want to see your reflection
in the moon’s mirror, polished like spring bones.
Vacant of leaves
and shell-wrapped gifts,
dad and I can see the sky.
Keith Moul is a poet of place, a photographer of the distinction of place. His digital photos strive for a colourful vision with their high contrast and saturation. Both his poems and photos are published widely and available on his website, http://poemsphotosmoul.blogspot.com. Lost Lip (2012) The Arches Provincial Park, Newfoundland Ran Out of…
Josephine Greenland is a British-Swedish writer holding an MA in Creative Writing at the University of Birmingham. A prose writer at heart, she is currently working on her first novel. When not writing, she can be seen wandering in the mountains or playing her violin. U-nomia A biological cartographer in a bracken of unclassifieds…
Image: ‘Wet Sand’ by Annie Soudain. See more of her work here. Keith Moul’s poems and photos are published widely. Finishing Line Press released a chap called ‘The Future as a Picnic Lunch’ in 2015. Aldrich Press published ‘Naked Among Possibilities’ in 2016; Finishing Line Press released ‘Investment in Idolatry’ in 2017. Misty Circumlocution Canada…
Image: Mattia Serrani on Unsplash Joshua Teo is an undergraduate student of Modern History at the University of St Andrews. He writes for fun and hopes to write something beautiful one day. Ryū-ha The fish does not dream of water. It dreams of legs to walk the earth Or feathered wings to ride the skies; It dreams…
Image: Gustav Klimt, Bauernhaus mit Birken, 1900 Katie is an actor and writer currently training on the MA Acting course at Mountview Academy of Theatre Arts. She has performed her poetry at Redgates Theatre, Arcola, and once memorably at Metropolis Strip Club. She is currently developing her solo show ‘Minor Disruptions’. Last Words ‘The birch leaves,…