By: Linda M Crate they say those who cannot see magic will never find it perhaps that’s why i’m always lost in a crowded room there’s never anyone who can see me i slip past the crowd like a ghost…

By: Gareth C The moon had cooked up a stew of cloud, but blamed the sea. Serving it to the mountains that sat in their own height. We were hit first as rain sizzled on the tents skin. I watched the…

By: Denise Marques Leitão As a child I learned to identify the crescent moon in the sky. I also learned that the World is round but I didn’t know things would be so different from upside down. At school, the teacher…

By: Athena Mondal Image of a half-eaten moon, slowly savoured The downward strokes of an acoustic guitar, In wafts the smell of precious memories, Some from the well-guarded past, Some in the mind yet to be made, For only in darkness…

By: Brenna Deane   The dark moon, a burnt out light bulb A translucent orb of molding cheese Cool light, sour life, quiet hum, dusty surface, bitter aroma Wide eyes absorb the gentle melody Armstrong’s first step into Space The…