Eileithyia – Grace Lee

Eileithyia – Grace Lee

Eileithyia   Her belly is effervescent— explosive with life bursting forth, the buttons on her blouse hanging on by straining threads. Dewy green fields run on for miles in her womb; blood-roses bloom from veins, cords, saltwater, and steam with life. Passion breathes hotly into the greenhouse and it grows—...
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The Golden Rule – Anastazia Docherty

The Golden Rule – Anastazia Docherty

The Golden Rule   We followed a golden rule. We promised to always work it out. Love however cannot be calculated like simple arithmetic, And my solutions led you to become my X. There was once a time when my heart would beat for you in sinusoidal waves Leading me to believe that our love...
Death and the Maiden – Josh Richards

Death and the Maiden – Josh Richards

Death and the Maiden   The sour taste of a sweet tongue. Food, strangely delicate finger-sized bites. A taste of deep chocolate and tempered liquor. A fine wine, red, with just a hint of violence. Such an empty court of red, bursting into life. Unpredictable, exciting, unforgivable. The echo of a woman waltzing. A shadow...
Tahanan – Holly Morton

Tahanan – Holly Morton

Tahanan   They told me to expect The desperate heat that clung And forced sweat to wear rivers Into our skin Greys and blacks and rust and concrete Seeping into the streets And the people They told me to expect Marketplaces awash with “Yes Ma’am”s “Hey Joe”s Coca-Cola in plastic bags Power lines like messy...
Movement of Life – Katie Hooper

Movement of Life – Katie Hooper

Movement of Life   I She is dignified. Her studies, of the highest value. Artistic and light. Her name, Étude musical, bright. Her movements light with dignified grace, peaks of interest, though she knows no haste. Étude, she is precise. II The child of joy, her playful grin. Bounce and beauty, the epitome of spring....
Drifting – Sarah Liu

Drifting – Sarah Liu

Drifting   For weeks I noticed his eyes flickering, sometimes watching us and sometimes gazing through our faces. His thoughts drifted from our apartment to the little village with red concrete houses that spread like moss over the trough of the mountains. He remembered the clink of his mother’s silver anklets as she walked in...
Soft Cotton Mornings – Leah Dodd

Soft Cotton Mornings – Leah Dodd

Soft Cotton Mornings   you are most beautiful in the morning when fresh light washes in like wet paint and everything is okay in those slow stretching seconds when the sun spreads over the world everything is awake and singing except us in white sheets and your skin peeks through soft cotton like a china...
Groundless – Amy Huang

Groundless – Amy Huang

Groundless   It was not in the clouds I learnt how to fly. But between jagged twigs, I flapped and stumbled. In a warm nest, I dreamt of battling polar winds. In furry layers, I prayed for hardened wings. All I see is up. I climb and soar, groundless. It is not the sky that...
Colours of the Wind. – Alyxandra Devlin

Colours of the Wind. – Alyxandra Devlin

Colours of the Wind.   The sun echoes out across the sky, ignites the silver linings, creates a soft pink hue. The contrast against a blue canvas mingles, seeps together, produces a lavender glow. Over the hill on the horizon there is nothing but white. A cascade of peaks, mirroring the mountain opposite. Where the...
White – Jake Kelly-Hulse

White – Jake Kelly-Hulse

White   They say that the night Is darkest before the dawn. But that isn’t the truth, At least, beyond simple terms. Anyone who’s seen A sunrise knows. There Is a trend. A gradual Brightening along the course Of an hour or so. The darkest darkness is a Sham, designed to justify All manner of...