Two Poems || Camille Daytona
by Camille Daytona horseshow I sometimes I think up names: Mia, Sc arlett, Sam. but I will stay a childless mother— be…
Waning || Sadiq Abdulsalam
by Sadiq Abdulsalam last night, i caught a silver-grey strand of hair lodged in the bristles of my hairbrush, i tried n…
Emancipation of Pride || Frank Njugi
by Frank Njugi About the ‘Blues’ at first light / With the mist at dawn/ This, an awakening of sorts / His, a story …
Prayer to Where the Missing Socks Go || Hannah Fishburn
by Hannah Fishburn There are times when I have to be ruthless: Everything contaminated goes in the burn pile and so doe…
Losing Eden || Swapna Sanchita
by Swapna Sanchita Last year, she told me, “Mia, do you know I can fly?” Her eyes sparkled, naughtily, full of that …
Beyond Dreich Weather || Ceinwen Haydon
by Ceinwen Haydon Drizzle and fog will soon give way to ice and snow, or so the forecast says. I walk Ross sands in fre…
Preoccupation || Vicky MacDonald Harris
Your hand twitched past mine as we walked through the cemetery looking at roses and the future as the doves convened …