By: RC deWinter dissimulatus we all carry a secret self a jumble of mistakes shame ambition desire passionate fire anxious to be seen without blame to be the object all admire so wear a mask when standing in the public…
By: Paweł Markiewicz Become a superb troubadour who lovesan eaglet in the starry night full of autumn miracle fulfilled inthe meek ontology! Taste a beverage of holt-like fairies from a stunning tumbler – to witthe cranberry juice and some dew enchantedin the metaphysics! Sit…
By: Charlene Pierce Freedom Flock and rise as one. A chorus of wings breathe the sound with diastolic release and soar. ### Breath of Life Fragmented, scattered like dust hidden in the corners, coating the spaces of unreachable places, the…
By Ian C Smith Frankston generations on from war’s aftermath, English immigration lured by its bayside setting, its regular train service connecting Melbourne. End of the line. The very end. True, the posh whizz past by freeway to their holiday…
By Heena Mahajan Choice is Meditation not Weed A lonely person, A wanderer how I choose to live diffused life when others are sparkling like chandelier…. I geared up to realize the importance of group always laughing at sights tried…
By: Mary Shuda You Are (Not) Alone In the chair, a boy. Father’s toy; Mother’s joy. The mother an angel the father able, but not interested in the cradle. pierced despite his armor surrounded by people he’s dying alone ###…
By: Andrew Birch The Gorgon of St Gwyndydd’s school: Part 1 Silence as they creep up stair On cotton soles cold and soft A gasp from all around us came As Agnes Brewer coughed. Silence in the maths room As…
By: Simon Havok A Land of Plenty From the Aran Islands to Belfast, a land of plenty, for the meek and bold Over infinite rolling emerald hills of rocky roads that bend and fold Deep into the Scots pines, in…
By: William Doreski Glacial Erratics in Belmont Being rocks, they don’t remember. Or remember very little. The streets square up to houses, to the playground, tennis courts, and the large but effete cemetery. The rocks squat self-conscious on lawns as…
By: Ajay Kumar Beach The sand refuses to own, the sea denies, orphaned the plastic breathes in undeservation- I feel obliged to call my limbs brown describing them under the sand even though, there, or beneath sea-foam, it is not…