last night i carved open
a tree in the yard and
at the centre of the
trunk was a small
knife
Tag: 2021
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
FLASH FICTION – Lizzie Holden
The water is so clear, the sunlight snakes across the rocks on the seabed, I can see the relaxed mottled skin of her arms below the ripples of surface, her arms leisurely open and close like silky breath.
Midnight Games – Madeehah Reza
It’s not that she wasn’t happy for her sister, far from it. Nadia only wished she could hold on to her for a little longer.
ONE POEM — Alanna Offield
My soles are gelatinous, a mixture of blood, and yoke.
COMFORT FOODS // ONE POEM – Dea Guri
my father wanted to recreate the grapes
grow his own over our tiny backyard in the suburbs just outside the city
his vision was three separate plants,
arching and twisting their vines from our neighbor’s garage to ours
COMFORT FOODS // ONE POEM – Lindy Biller
and what does it mean
that her blood still sings
through the Old Quarter
of my veins?
Porridge 