Last night they were alive again, flying through the air at break-bone speed, but they didn’t break.
Tag: literature
COMFORT FOODS // Tiffin — Serena Alagappan
Tiffin clangs like bells,
collapses as it climbs,
tiffin holds okra, paneer,
sambar, and lemon rice.
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 — Finola Scott
breathe and /hold
lungs and belly
moon balloon full
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.
COMFORT FOODS // ONE POEM – Lindy Biller
and what does it mean
that her blood still sings
through the Old Quarter
of my veins?
ONE POEM – Sidrah Zubair
will you give me gentle hand grips and the space I need
to feel sorry for myself?
ONE POEM – Athena Ramos
Around December, our grove
of banana plants grew heavy, saba begging:
to be picked, coated in brown sugar, wrapped
in lumpia wrapper, and fried in sugary oil.
ONE POEM – Kate J Wilson
you said it’s tradition in Spain that as the clock
strikes twelve we must scoff a grape a chime
one at a time, but quickly as any left over become
unsalvageable, each one a rotten, failing month.
ONE POEM – Cai Draper
i was scared to make this poem /
treat them right / they never
came close to meeting in life