Poetry

On Fortune

by David Asamoah   Fortune’s a gentle breeze lost in life’s storm  Whose guiding breaths often keep me afloat I fear those breaths will stop being the norm And give cruel Neptune time to flex and gloat I steer the wheel yet move as fate allows  My destiny feels out of my control Is it […]

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Poetry

Here and Now

by Aidan Chivers   A mayfly, dancing through her only spring,          Explores her meadow, bathing in the light Of sunbeams passing through her dappled wing          Which flutters on her maiden, carefree flight. Some fleeting words float through the dying breeze –           She flutters […]

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Poetry

Flicker

by Monim Wains   I fizzed and cracked, A bright sparkler sparkling Kissing sizzling in the night,   I glittered in the eyes of those who held me, Wide-toothed smiles of pride At the sun in their hands,   A trailblazer, purple in every blink, Close your eyes, still shining, From afar you’d see me […]

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Poetry

No Longer Do They Fear the Dawn of Night

by David Asamoah   No longer do they fear the dawn of night  Or shudder at the absence of the sun  No day lasts without end but it’s begun  In the small hours of morn promising light   During the noon, the sun stands its full height And sombre thoughts of evening are slewn  With […]

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Poetry

Restart

by Tom Saers   Make me spinning visible to Make my pain complete?   And I will not allow this to repeat  Said someone part of me  And I will not allow this to repeat  Said generation me, my parent   What I wouldn’t advertise  To find a smile with space enough for twenty paper […]

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Poetry

I Woke up This Morning as a Mermaid

by Simone Fraser   I woke up this morning as a mermaid Silver scales rubbing the scratchy university-issue bed sheets It had happened before, Slipping under water in familiar a chipped porcelain bath tub Or the pool around the corner from my childhood home I’d wait it out surrounded in bubbles or friendship Marvel at […]

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Creative Writing, Poetry, Prose

The Climber

by Monim Wains I have watched him, the cherub, from the moment he cried. He opened his eyes and gaped at the sky. His penny-sized heart just fluttering by; pulsing for the clouds, woollen and white. He reached from his cot, with his fingers he stretched. In his eyes, I could see the stars reflect. […]

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