our language, a softness taken root
a teaspoon of rain over us
as we greet this new life
Tag: Creative Writing
ONE POEM – Rose Foran
I saw them. In the mind’s eye.
A vision once obscured, then clarified.
ONE POEM – Jhilam Chattaraj
Cubed potatoes, sliced onions—their oil bath
followed by a tender sauna.
ONE POEM – Imogen Osborne
We return to find
the magnolia still
bruising itself into blossom.
SHORT STORY – Annie Dobson
Compulsory heterosexuality rots the brain, has rotted my brain. I just wanted to undo, unlive it.
ONE POEM – Bradley David
Then to discover we both go
first for that old chipped blue soup bowl
Is that love?
The Piano Man – Frances Green
That night that the piano man and I first slept together was the night we discovered the pleasure of talking aloud about murder.
ONE POEM – Denisa Vítová
I spilled pinot noir on the bed sheet
and said I was a virgin.
ONE POEM – Lucy Holme
Unlike a jellyfish, she has a brain but doubts her instinct for survival.
swoop siren, dive under.
ONE POEM – David Linklater
The train leans through
the Highland line, Inverness
to Fearn, wheat either side.
This carriage bows for you.
ONE POEM – Anna Seidel
We are looking for names,
that a laughing god
could call us by.
ONE POEM – Ottavia Silvestri
bathroom bucolic a pupil, dollop of toothpaste pink blue yellow cotton balls in the static light a gracious not swarming not fermenting pale May Ottavia Silvestri is a political science student that lives in Milan, Italy. In her free time she studies Mandarin and volunteers in a tiny cat shelter (hi Melinda, you’re my favourite…
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