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Fountain By Jack Westmore
Only big boys are allowed to do that. The trick is not to look down but straight ahead, as if one were riding a bicycle hands-free. Big...
On Meditating By Molly Davidson
When I’m anxious, my mum tells me to lie down and let each stressful thought pass by me like a boat. Deal with them later, she says. I’m...
Corpse Collector By Marah Holman
Once, I collected foxglove and lobelia. I still find them pressed between the words of Austen and Wilde. I took them as keepsakes, my...
The Moon Has Risen 30 Degrees By Nathan Wainwright
The moon has risen 30 degrees in the pitch black sky. The orange and yellow lights twinkle above the bountiful hills, though they are not...
The Gardening Section By Gareth Barsby
I looked through The gardening section Of the shop And saw a bottle With ‘ANT KILLER’ On it In big movie title letters As if That Was...
Autumn’s Embrace By McKenzie Reitmayer
Summer’s warmth begins to end Bringing autumn’s golden hue Gentle shade and breeze anew Ember leaves softly descend Sweet hands concoct...
Fragment By Marah Holman
But when you emerge from darkness, I am still submerged Facing the endless void of something unheard, For that which I fear is the...
Oral Fixation By Madeleine Howard
On Sunday morning Black coffee, marmite, weed: No wonder they feel weird. But they need to digest, every waking hour, Empty mouths must...
Rollerblades By Kirsty Miles
Rollerblades and a belly / your technicolour tongue you mispronounce things, cling to the wrong parts of words and people, probably, too...
E.T. By Nazaret Ranea
For reasons I don’t understand yet I’m making out with you Tastelessly Without desire At this party. You must be so ugly Your sweat...
Coffee Cup By Nathan Wainwright
I woke up as my favorite porcelain mug. I made myself into a cup of coffee, and accidentally bumped my body into a shattered mess.
I Can Be Good By Traneycia
I was prancing around in the garden with ballet slippers & broken ankles to show you how good I could be even when hurt by your...
Sea salt Whisper By McKenzie Reitmayer
Hoist the rope Unfurl the sails With compass and chart Orders prevail Do as you must – Drop anchor with might, Stand atop the seven seas,...
THE DISEASE By Elise TysonÂ
Sickness spread through her long before the signs appeared. Mutating cells travelling upstream like fish, gills sucking out all the...
Your Name By McKenzie Reitmayer
She doesn’t know that your door eludes the prying grasp, bound shut from the inside. You save face above all else, so in balance, she...
Scrappers By Kirsty Miles
we’re scrappers   hunting   in bins and mouths   we spin on the tilted earth   unbalanced and our faces bare   my friends beside me,...
VESTIGIAL By Elise Tyson
They cut it off, but it kept growing back. Like a stubborn hair plucked from your chin that reappears each week. The first time hurt. I...
Before the Awkward Goodbye By Byron Shenton
Afterwards we didn't say anything, she just stroked the hair on my chest while I stroked the back of her neck. Slipping in and out of...
Hey, You By Joseph Marshall
Hey, you It must be the most personal phrase of endearment So simple and unimaginative No nickname, no play on words Yet it carries a...
18:02 By Hazel Walton
I waited aimlessly at the station, Smoke spilling out of my lungs, Coating the air with my tar-tainted breath. I saw someone that looked...