Beneath the light of a bashful demilune,
the water appears quite black, like blood on snow.
Tag: Creative Writing
ONE POEM – Holly Conant
Last night they were alive again, flying through the air at break-bone speed, but they didn’t break.
ONE POEM — Jonah Corren
The goats have come down
from the hills today.
ONE POEM – Jenny Wong
The fish
fillets are thawing
for their pan-fried debut.
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
Two Cultures, Again – Kate Venables
I am a student in a creative writing programme, a mature student, from a professional background as an epidemiologist. Amongst ourselves, we students don’t really talk about ‘creativity’. We talk a lot about craft and sometimes we talk about ourselves and the way in which how we feel affects our writing. But rarely about ‘creativity’…
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
TWO POEMS – Patrick Landy
the slow inflections of the wind
where rivers run like scars.
The moon hangs quietly
in the blackened air, halved and emptied, decaying since dusk
Porridge 