Apologize- Bobomi
By Bobomi I for all the things, that, could have been, but couldn’t be. For the time – lost, to uncertainties and confusion, when it could have been filled with memories so vibrant. For the energy – spent, on trying to cover…
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To her- Kell
By Kell To her To the girl who pushed away the ones who loved her most. You’re a disappointment to your family. You’re a selfish bitch. Your parents didn’t raise you to become the woman you are today. Society doesn’t accept the woman you are today. To her who cares for nobody…
Orbital Promise- Amanda Thomas
By Amanda Thomas I don’t want our world. Enfold me in the cardinal dawn and let me be reborn. Lift me to the realm where people are angels not monsters. I give my love freely. And does that make me …
Another Year- Monty Matzinn
By Monty Matzinn The air pulsed with the hiccuping laughter of the children, pouring out of the old church, their cheery faces turned up to the smart, summery sun. Sister Grace followed behind them, counting their bobbing heads. Thirty-six children. All…
Power- Loïc J E Bishop
By Loïc J E Bishop Power for me has three components: work over time, strength and love. If you ask my engineer’s mind what power is, it sees it as work over time. An equation we use over and over again to design systems. In this…
Bloodbath- Anahita Ebrahimi
By Anahita Ebrahimi A lukewarm mixer between us Your older brother’s gin My god we are sickand we are tired Sheepishly panderingto the host For you she is buzzing For me she is scrupulous Slow and sober Slow and sombre…
Proxemics- Rebecca Foley
By Rebecca Foley “We should have lunch sometime,” she says. We should have lunch sometime. A phrase meant to be laughed off, returned to sender. Deserving of a ‘get your girl to talk to my girl,’ or a ‘when I…
The Stranger- Crystal Goulding
By Crystal Goulding There he was, standing in front of the fire, the strange man I had rescued from the storm. His clothes were hanging over a rack just out of reach of the fire’s flames. His body was muscular…
Angry- Mariam
By Mariam I have so much anger inside of me Like a disease spreading throughout my entire body Like a box refusing to be locked with its key And sometimes, it gets the better of me My tongue will…
Staying- Vivianna Vitikka
By Vivianna Vitikka The plane touched down, a bony singing swan ‘You are home,’ so I’m told: this is home. Over thirteen thousand kilometres and thirty-eight hours you are twelve years old and the trees don’t shuffle the way you’d have…
