by Sloane Angelou | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
let me be a holy habitationwhere your spirit is sentand mine, to die an endless deathlet me be what makes the rain freezeturns ocean into iceand clouds into moving smoke. Sloane Angelou is a storyteller & writer of West African origin; passionate about learning of...
by Jen Schneider | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
as a child i collect rocks. barefoot on gravel paths. peony pink paint on toenails. glitter specks and spectacles. my fingers move mountains as i dig for rocks of many shades. and many moons. underfoot. shards of glass. glasses always half full, eclipses always half...
by Julia Ruth Smith | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
Once I ran away from homeUntil my children cried out;They said the cupboard was bare.I opened my chest and showed them,Now they know there’s nothing there. Julia Ruth Smith is a teacher who lives by the sea in the South of Italy. She swims, writes, gets over-emotional...
by Noren Haq | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
I will embroider us together, into every secret seamturn the bedsheet inside outand leave it to fade to dust in the spare room.A surprise for when I’m gone.And then you will seeHow we were made and unmade and could never be undone.And you will knowHow much you were...
by S.H. Woodgeard | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
Not enoughgo back outsays DadIt’s colderwettermore snowGo back outget moresays DadWe lug ourmetal pail tothe coal pileUnder whitewith spadeswe chip at blackLittle comeshands red and numbwe dig A current MFA candidate at Wichita State University, S.H. Woodgeard lives...
by McAllister David | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
sun drips / sky sighs / night sleeps / day risebean brews / clock sings / she wakes / she criesblood red / dreams shred / old frights / walk nightsshe breathes / she pours / first sip / time soars McAllister David is a mathematics major and lover of literature. He...
by Jessica Jemalem Ginting | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
Ed note: An earlier version of this poem originally appeared at honeyfirelit in October 2021.You and I could simply touchwe’d createa monstersix-legged mareit wouldn’t fit in a barn...
by Marie Little | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
On the hills I am barefoot, ankles rainbow-strungwith friendship, picking through scree.In the streams I gather my skirts insmiles, hug baby to my hip, sing to the fishes.In the valley I bathe in shade, stuff pocketswith berries, practise echoes.In the forest I birth...
by Samantha Johnson | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
when the borders between usare more jasmine than fence,more mistake than betrayal,I will cross the dew-wet streetwithout looking, you’ll seemore optimist than woman. Samantha Johnson (she/her) is a poet in Melbourne, working on her debut collection. Her work...
by Erin Bryant Petty | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
regretbecomes a guest that never leaveswaking side by sideeach day we trudge in unisonentwined among my veinsand chiralityit tugs me this way and thatkeeping me carefuland safeand wishingI could unwind its bittered pithfrom my skin, peelit away from each limband...
