when a father is a control bar
made of wood
and the strings snap
the puppets fall
Tag: Creative Writing
ONE POEM – Elizabeth Kuiper
Photo by Joseph Pearson on Unsplash Milk Crate Malady We stumble to your home, arms linked tripping over ourselves as we talk I’m guided through the front door and down the passage to your room A lone mattress on the hardwood floor A vinyl collection spilling out of green milk crates Quick thumbs roll a cigarette we take…
TWO POEMS – Sara Nesbitt Gibbons
Their heads out, curved eyes on us,
reciprocating the salty, convex cabin.
Look, there, beautiful wooden bowling balls, said my mum.
SHORT STORY – Tamara Lazaroff
My grandfather who was not gay was born in 1930 in Seville, Andalusia. He worked as an itinerant labourer for the señoritos, the rich landlords, tending their olive trees and their domesticated animals.
THREE POEMS – Satya Dash
There are days when my body is a forest of old pines ailing and wailing in unison
SHORT STORY – Valentina Cano
He was a black hole in a suit. An abyss in a necktie. And he sat down next to her on the train.
ONE POEM – María Paula Currás
I’m a mess
A profaner of tombs
Devoted to graves
Except mine.
TWO POEMS – Steve Denehan
Pieces of me are escaping
through the pores
in the skin
of this room
ONE POEM – Elizabeth Kuiper
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.
