Poetry

revision by Matthew Daley

sixty eyes stared at my               stuttered fidgeting having not committed to Sonnet 18 but rather laid on coiled carpet living Love & Rockets while Ian MacKaye reminded me my time is like water down a drain but Ms. W- isn’t selling sympathy as her words puncture the silence: we don’t memorise to remember, me… Continue reading revision by Matthew Daley

Poetry

Daisy Chain by Becca Harrington

My lips taste like autumn leaves, and the wind blows petrichor kisses to starve my smile of teeth. And these crowded streets tell lonely tales, like the boy who loved me once. He'd want me until the leaves turned green and I lost the taste of new beginnings. I didn't see him again, but heard… Continue reading Daisy Chain by Becca Harrington

Poetry

Mirrored Dream by Premsagar Bajaj

There was a mirror in my room... I started hyperventilating, Guess I was woken up by a bad dream! Looked in the mirror, Felt like my worst nightmares, Floating in reflections from my head. Dreams do no harm they say, Especially the ones already dead! Night has always been kind, To hand me over to… Continue reading Mirrored Dream by Premsagar Bajaj

Poetry

The Tide by Sam Pellow

At the end of nineteen and the beginning of twenty The land was clean with shelves of plenty Though far away it rose to fame soon enough the great tide came.   With fear of devastation we drove into panic And so the nation dove like the ship Titanic Completely  taken by surprise We watched… Continue reading The Tide by Sam Pellow

Poetry

(Un)conditional Love by Buhle Skosana

"I hope that you never fade away, That my memories remain unchanged. For hours on end on the field we would play Now my emotions are rearranged Please take me to a place of no sadness Where prosperity reigns eternally And deficient of this planet's madness So we can exist spiritually A million times I… Continue reading (Un)conditional Love by Buhle Skosana

Poetry

the suits are at it in the wardrobe by Oscar Stirling Payne

The one I wear for interviews, The one I wear for funerals. Feeling up the firm creases ironed into the thighs of the trouser-legs, steamed and starched lapels are licked by tidy cufflinks, the black plastic buttons catching on the fly, concealing inner pleats, that intricate machine-stitched framework of ligament and vertebrae that ripple up… Continue reading the suits are at it in the wardrobe by Oscar Stirling Payne

Poetry

Zephyr by Miss Kanishka

I could hear letters When no one utters; —ruminate upon thyself Weaving an alluring shelf; Broken fence , dried tree, Pale land reciting thee; Noise roving silently And silence being noisy ; —ponder the pondering bee Blinking upon Delhi street, to see; I lean on dusk the sorrow of my, When nature cry as raspberry… Continue reading Zephyr by Miss Kanishka

Poetry

Living by Danielle Lane

I saw every smile, every smirk, every grin  Noticed every embrace  How her small hand fit in yours  The way your fingers brushed her hair  I observed every kiss, every bite How she sat in your lap  And you gripped her hips  I went on living  Even when I felt like I couldn't anymore  Even… Continue reading Living by Danielle Lane