Soft Sermons for Spring
I I love you in a state of repair, In the midst of the sunniest day While I take seeds and plant them, Water them, my hands a carousel to their needs. In night, tired and aware, I … Continue reading Soft Sermons for Spring
I I love you in a state of repair, In the midst of the sunniest day While I take seeds and plant them, Water them, my hands a carousel to their needs. In night, tired and aware, I … Continue reading Soft Sermons for Spring
Fionn listened to the flush from across the kitchen and went about making his breakfast, feeling around in the cupboard above the sink for- there’s the bowl and there’s the cereal. The bowl had little red flecks of pasta sauce … Continue reading Coconut Milk Decider
I picture her sometimes still. She’s always behind an open window, my view of her obstructed by a flowing white curtain, like the ones she bought and always meant to hem so we could hang them. Sometimes she’s alone. Usually … Continue reading The Only Way Out
I think about you everyday, My rigid brow Pursed lip Upturned nose. I walk your walk, And my shoulders slack With little to no effort. I know your eye Though you may not know mine, Its exposing disposition Weathering walls. … Continue reading Tasogare Poetry by Ellen O’Brien
Originally published in print in February 2024. It’s 7:25 on a Wednesday morning. Autumn air glides through the window, which is wedged open by a copy of The Journals of Sylvia Plath (unabridged). It’s your run-of-the-mill student accommodation … Continue reading Falling “I never did drugs, I did love” – Jeanette Winterson
It was raining a light drizzle The night I knew I loved him. A storm had cast away The summer heat. That suffocating weight Had left in its place The coolness of a summer rain, As if the world started … Continue reading The Night I Knew I Loved Him Poetry by Oana Tasca
Children of the Lost They are mere fragments of what they were. The yellowing pages of a much-loved book They drift like autumn leaves, Losing their pigmentation They personify yellow, brown, rust, Their souls now repeat forgotten melodies- They are … Continue reading Children of the Lost poetry by Eve Delaney
the leak creaking wooden floors by the tattered window that lets in the methodical breeze. it floats and drowns the lantern that paves the way to footsteps that no longer exist for me. a flower blooms in the desolate … Continue reading the leak and other poems poetry by luke reid
D U C K E T Y – D U C K Y I saw a duck today at the pier she greeted me With dark eyes of an obscure gear petrol pens wet of dirty sea foam, … Continue reading Duckety-Duck Poems by Giorgia Carli
The park bench could use a paint job. Maybe even a good sanding as well, but Cameron likes feeling the history of a bench beneath the weight of him. And so there he sits. Though the splinters really were insufferable. … Continue reading He’s Brilliant at Breakfast
down by the waterway hidden in the brush of a metabolist river feasting at the soil and the rotten lamb reeds sway by the lily pads with nature’s intricacies crossing on the underside of a misplaced branch it … Continue reading Poetry: Lace Dress A Poem by Luke Reid
There was a time when faeries stayed away from humans, and that was, in every human’s memory, the best of times. Faeries only obscured contracts with clever words or spirited away human babies to leave faerie children in their place. … Continue reading Dark and Lawful Vengeance Flash Fiction by Maxine Boudway