My soles are gelatinous, a mixture of blood, and yoke.
Tag: poetry
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
ONE POEM – Kate LaDew
I swirl my eyes inside the paint
tears forming at the edges of me
ONE POEM – Nicola Maclean
Zones one to three have become a long-distance relationship.
Underground, Hades and his sardine dead
reach their eleventh hour
THREE POEMS – Susan Moon
My mother packed eggs sunny side up,
Spam slices golden-browned to perfection
tucked into my lunchbox.
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 – Alice Foo
The angel comes unbidden
on a Thursday morning,
knocking briskly, handing me
a pineapple and thirteen coral-tinted roses.
ONE POEM – Sidrah Zubair
will you give me gentle hand grips and the space I need
to feel sorry for myself?
TWO POEMS – Kali Richmond
the diver submerged for so long
we presume her dead
shark food
scattershot of matter sinking deeper than cameras
ONE POEM – Gerry Stewart
Spread out before you,
whipped and bright coloured,
dripping with sauces,
a world of unimagined flavours,
untranslatable.
ONE POEM – Ryan Clark
Below the wall the soil
leeches contaminants
from an artificial hill rising
out of the field like a wart.
ONE POEM – Barnaby Smith
the small hours are all about compost—
wanderlust of priceless larvae
& transcendent effect of unremarkable habits
Porridge 