Ashes- by Fiona Catherine Clark
Moonlit snow lies thick. Dark pines shelter the still garden, their shadows lie
elongated, spear-head sharp, on crystal whiteness. Dawn comes late.
Moonlit snow lies thick. Dark pines shelter the still garden, their shadows lie
elongated, spear-head sharp, on crystal whiteness. Dawn comes late.
Children immortalized for all eternity, their last moments frozen in time…
Read More Little Boy – by Susan Duffield-LodgeWe’ve become an island. Distant from the moon moving the tides,
the wind blowing rain in a slant song through the night.
This: my daughter’s purple palm-sized
vibrator breaking over & over again:
charger, prongs, buttons, its own rhythm
it has pretty yellow flowers, but is armed
with three-inch thorns—you bleed
We pick wild blueberries, yet my mouth stains purple
as she places one on my lips and I suck it inside,
crushing it with my eager tongue.
Wedge your keys between second and first finger, Mama says,
with a thumb pressed against the back of the key.
Hidden in my right shoe’s hollow heel, a gold watch ticks.
Beneath my under-bodice, neatly stitched, my mother’s
turquoise ring. The water in the harbour coils, black ink
Read More Human Parcels – by Fiona ClarkShould warmth be a word reserved to the world of touch? Laughter
and joy, reserved to the world of emotion?
Read More What Will You Say? – by Andrew ShaughnessyThe pungent scent of sulfur
fires out from the gangrenous fumes
of societal decay we don’t smell anymore
Read More Thoughts and Prayers – by Renee Cronley