Their heads out, curved eyes on us,
reciprocating the salty, convex cabin.
Look, there, beautiful wooden bowling balls, said my mum.
Category: poetry
THREE POEMS – Satya Dash
There are days when my body is a forest of old pines ailing and wailing in unison
TWO POEMS – Nick Chlopicki
the future is ready for
our, now available,
technological improvement
ONE POEM – María Paula Currás
I’m a mess
A profaner of tombs
Devoted to graves
Except mine.
ONE POEM – Yessica Klein
we kiss good-bye;
I wait for the kettle to boil. I am
happily waiting.
TWO POEMS – Steve Denehan
Pieces of me are escaping
through the pores
in the skin
of this room
ONE POEM – Lizz K
I sleep on the left side of the bed
so you can be on the right
the soft drum of your snore
signaling peaceful dreams
making me smile
TWO POEMS – André Osório
From prawn to prawn
the rib dries
unbleached,
aching this unbaked line:
ONE POEM – Ada Pelonia
yesterday blew
like a wind
TWO POEMS – Rachel Tanner
tell me the main differences between salt and nothing.
i will tell you the similarities. i will tell you i need both.
ONE POEM – Amy Lafrankie
A scream is trapped under my third rib where they perch on
like a perilous branch. I daydream of
You: hands on my throat
me: telling you I love you
ONE POEM – Freya Zhang
You know the opposite of moonlight is a nest woven by darkness,
and you know your heart is a place where people ache,
where people no longer feed their birds on fire.
Porridge 