The War Inside by Stephen Allen

There is a silence about you That has never been explored So many things inside you That are still fighting a war Some days can be unkind Other days you will try to forget Just stay for all of those days Today more than all of the rest Be gentle with your soul It needs…

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…

I Gently Wish Upon a Star by Jeff Flesch

heart aches, reminding me of earthquakes, experienced in between the lines, moving past mistakes of a life, this life, lived in moments unsure, and in others, grown taller than the applewood trees flowers… beauty lives, at times, in the splendor of the exquisite pain beneath our reach as we teach, and transpose to, and for…

Don’t Think Like a Human by Bogdan Dragos

it was a sad sight lately and the sounds coming from it were even sadder Such was the house of humans Full of shouts and objects banging and breaking against the walls, curses against gods, against parents, death threats, agony and grief and pure rage destruction But not being humans the two of them watched…

Scars We Don’t See by Cassa Bassa

Morning ma’am what can I offer you today? I paused, you looked familiar. I recognised the scar across your forehead and the missing front tooth when you squeezed out a smile. You don’t recognise me? Cindy! My name is Cindy. The Neighbourhood Centre found us a unit and I scrubbed up.  Oh Cin! O-M-G! I…

Lasso the Sun by Sarah Whiley

Lasso the sun?If only I could.I’d make you stay,If only you would. You captured my heart,But not mine you.A one way river.A dried up slew. I wanted to trap you,Encase you in stone.Secret you away,As mine alone. But you shine brightly,As only I dare.My eyes avert yours,An imperfect pair. I’m left in a wastelandOf my…

Blank and Bold by Meenu Saini

Cemetery seems horrible from outside but For insiders this is exceptionally beautiful. Alive deer escapes from the lion but the Dead is safe if the proud king is around. To remove intense dark,  Candle requires a bit of spark. Oscillation without knock, Moments infringe rules of the clock. Not capable enough to pull the cart;…

Major Decisions by Bogdan Dragos

you know you’re depressed when the window in your room looks better with the blinds on than with a clear view of the outside “But I’m all right,” he said to himself Beyond the thin wall he heard wheezing breath and grunts and moans. His roommate was living the college life, alright. Kid kept saying…

Ode to a Dream by The Devil Unbound

This sequence of dreams led to the realisation that I was not living the way I had to live in order to achieve my goals and aspirations, and that I was not living the way I knew how. It hastened a significant change in perception and therefore in behaviour. Whence it comes, I do not…

The Last Two Minutes of Humanity by Rahul Gaur

Everything we don’t know ages us. And because we don’t know a lot, we live so little. It is said that if we compressed the universe’s history in a 24 hour day, human life would come to fruition just 2 minutes before midnight. This is a truth that stays on the edges of our grey…

Rules by Don Matthews

(True story – I was a university student.  My father a preacher.) I went to university Questioned all the rules Wondered why some followed them Looking like such fools Follow rules by all means Those which do make sense Don’t follow blindly all the sheep Cos many just plain dense Question question question I was…

Convenient Truths by Susan Richardson

She is a tapestry of fiction, a cloak constructed from convenient truths. Her sentiment slithers, a hissing whisper in my ear, dripping in strands of insincerity that creep down my neck. Her memories are fabrications, shoved into the back of her mouth to keep the truth from coming out. A vain attempt at gobbling up…

Whittled Down by the Steam by Chitra Gopalakrishnan

“Let me go,” I command my younger brother Subbu, “at eighteen, I know what I want and what I don’t.”  My voice rasps and echoes in my ears. Even though my uncordial words make his ten-year-old eyes widen with nervousness and bewilderment, I continue. Perhaps as I intend them more for me than for him….