Running Out of Cotton Wool by Don Matthews

You know I grew up on a farm Could always have drowned in the lake Died from the fall of a big tree Or simply from treading on snake And then there’s the horse-drinking trough Was always near top (pretty full) Could easily have fallen from a galloping horse Or gored by our favourite pet…

Spectrum of Traits by Rinku Mani Devi

The vibrant and squalling sound Brought our child to life, Stained with my blood Her tender body emitted a supreme And divine spectrum of traits, As if all the colours of the light Were the jewels bestowed upon her By the grace of the omnipotent; With each colour narrating a tale About her glistening fate….

A Trick on Life by M. Taggart

I played a trick on lifeand trusted it.Along with what my mind delivered;the opening of a door, the murmurof a child, the running feet froma few rooms away until finallythey were no longer away, but here.As if when having thought about lifewith him, long before conception,was a reality. And somehow, it was.Much like the storm…