Creative Writing, Poetry, Prose

Love Says

by Monim Wains Love has a thousand shades from the mellowest yellow to the deepest red. It paints the grey wrinkles of a face onto a canvas, traced with lolling eyes and a lazy smile. Love. Passion and heat, calm warmth, drowning emotion and friendship. Inside jokes and a decade of moments, threads of memories […]

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Poetry

Eternity

by Michael Angerer Once the world is ended I will seeThe glittering stars go drifting by,Leaving their sparkling trails upon an empty sky,Unfolding, falling, flowing slowly towards me. I know not dark, not brightness here,Where dawnless light endarkens speechless thoughtOf future past and present yet unclear,All non-existent in my lonely void unwrought. And how could […]

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Poetry

Plato in Anoyo after a frustration

by Tom Saer The world is but a simulated blurAll the way through to the core, To the metals inside. Is religion an explosion of gratitude? So happy I could cry. ‘Therefore, since we aren’t clever people, we should adopt the method of investigation that we’d use if, lacking keen eyesight, we were told to […]

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Poetry

Narcissus

by David Asamoah A thousand suns had come and gone before himWhat made this one so special? So enchanting That even now he’d sit and wait adoring The golden light shine on the stream, and dancing Pebbles swirl in the low tide returning To kiss the worn out coast. On that still morning The sky […]

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Poetry

Glowing on the Fifth February

by Tom Saer My back in plasters, heading back. I find some swans three years ago, they start to turn around my ears. I saw the other world in water trees, the ripple spreads, its secondary eyes are open. Close and open irises to me, reflection past the open tree. Someone must have taken out […]

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Poetry

The Rollercoaster

by Monim Wains A highlight of life for all that tried Everyone older remembered their ride ‘The best time of your life’, they sighed It looked so good every time I walked by Everyone getting off with a glint in their eye A hundred crazy stories that I wanted to try If only I could, […]

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Poetry

Dido, Queen of Carthage

by Juliet Butcher varium et mutabile semper femina (Aeneid IV.569-70) Whistle-wet and wind-whipped and smarting with salt, the air bursts lungs – clean lungs, lungs clear and full – and cuts, slicing quick across face, stinging stiff and garrotte-sharp like the cords of a ship, as she stands on the citadel and watches. Gleaming sky […]

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