Maps of Our World, William Lawrence

The first time you asked about it, I was tracing the patterns of the stars for you. How do you know all this? We’d gone stargazing together before, but up until then you’d never questioned why I could name all the constellations we could see from here, why I knew their shapes and their history, […]

Rhyme Over Imported Wine on Date Night, Poppi Hmelnitsky

Now is like forever. In this park of glooming distaste I taste blood and bleed sweat. Sirens whistle whilst we wander. Wonder wistfully. Whilst clenching Jenny’s clammy hands.White men don’t show weakness. Week-night date-night never knew this park, was once Gadigal country, ceremonial place ofthe rainy-day missing puzzle peace. Please, replace the rephrases of the […]

A Star-Studded Season of Sleeplessness, Giorgia Woolley

IBurning so far above, blazing and bright, you do not pause… Still striving forward, andsailing through star-raising seas— won’t you stay awake too late with me?Carry me through to those final hours blue, due to darken at midnight.Come on, push against the pull, It’s not as late as you say!Do not stray away from your […]

Mist and Damp, Alec Wright

As heels peck the earth I yearn for an unknown world. A quiet desperation, for mist and damp. Pecks turn to plump sodden things, upon drowning dirt. A slow dance with vine leaves, in mist and damp. Untitled creatures chatter moss covered, propaganda. A riotous reverberation, about mist and damp. Silhouettes of long-lost-lovers call to […]

Sounds from the Tree House/On Visiting My Childhood Home/The Sea, Katherine Giles

Sounds from the Tree House As night fallsthe shadow bats sweepin and fill the skywith hungry shrieksand sounds of flapping wings. A celebration in the trees,all night conversationor screeching argument,no waver from their noisy game. I lie in bed,high among the trees, exposed I hear their clumsy flight,their voices so near. Did I close the […]

The Memory of Superman, Kimberley Carter

Maria lived in the land of Giants. She was a giant too, of course. She could hold a car in her palm. But her parents were even bigger. Papa could lift her up and spin her around as if she was a baby. She wasn’t a baby. She was seven. In those moments she became […]

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The Globe’s Ghosts, Sienna Knowles

By a Sleep We End the Heartache He was a violet –   The most striking of the King’s garden. Should I have even tried To play the instrument of his mystery? I was warned he would not bloom long, But what power does a young heart hold Against the melody of a prince? Soon, […]

The Tree, Andrew Hogan

Michael stands on the curb. It is the same curb which he stood on as a child, during the endless games of cricket, on a road which became molten black chewing gum in the crucible of a Perth summer. The road gripped you to your fielding position, like one of the toy fielders from the […]

Six Seventeenths, Kyla Hetherington

Six seventeenths have passed, you’re sick with change.They urge you ‘Find a craft. Switch the cage.’You toil, aching back tilted over tender sprouting soil.In the shower you kiss your bronzed hands on a whim and wonder,        If I plant them, will they grow?        One day at a time.You scoop […]

A Literary Homicide, Jasmine Oke

Cherry. It is only a six-letter word. One vowel, consonants five, two coupled syllables. If you were to flip open a dictionary and glide over its pages for the term ‘cherry’, you may find something resembling this: Cherry /ˈtʃeri/ noun, plural cherries 1. —the fruit. 2. —the state of virginity. 3. —something new and unused. […]

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