by Belle Campbell soft, misshapen head bruised by your ego. her pockets sagging with the weight of your ham-fisted denial. you can never lie to her, still sleep like her. afraid of the dark, blindly groping the edges of this feeling, indecipherable layers of fear. the beak of lip and swell of cheek. the spring… Continue reading girl

Creative Essay | Pulling Up the Anchor

An anchor’s sole responsibility is to keep the boat or floating object it is attached to, stationary. It is a weight that is necessary, always reliable and can last several years if the ocean floor allows.  The only reason an anchor will not serve its purpose is if someone pulls it up using heavy force… Continue reading Creative Essay | Pulling Up the Anchor

Poetry | Worlds Away

For you, on the other side of the door A world away – how are you?  I miss you terribly, so you should stay Right where you are or I’ll eat you up. Just kidding, please come in?  (That’s a joke, I know you can’t).  I look out the window for the longest time and… Continue reading Poetry | Worlds Away

Poetry | Bombora

See those rocks out there past the break? Sometimes you can’t see them, they are covered by the tide blanket. Look, there they are again. Well, that’s where I am. I mostly live a submerged existence, coming up for air only sometimes. My name is in the original language of the earliest peoples; the ones… Continue reading Poetry | Bombora

Poetry | My World With You In It

Tuesday, 13 April, 2021 The ghost of a grandparent I have never met haunts me. Tears stream down my face when I try to think of how you talked to people and made them laugh.  There are others who did know you, heard your laugh  and got to feel that embrace  that only a grandfather… Continue reading Poetry | My World With You In It

Short Fiction | Beneath the Lemon Tree

I am a child, alone in the world. All that there is to remember of my mother is the sway of her black hair, braided. When she carried me, I would take the frayed strands of the end of her braid and suckle them. She never complained. Nor did she say a word when she… Continue reading Short Fiction | Beneath the Lemon Tree

Poetry | The Street Maiden

The Street Maiden whistles  lone hollow notes as rain spears at Her grey skin and slips  from long, iron nails as the three-legged hound and tailless cat trail  after Her frosted tunes (hear, Her tune) (here, Her tune) cracked crab claws  tossed from roadside stalls clatter  against crown caps to the drains that gurgle and… Continue reading Poetry | The Street Maiden

Creative Non-fiction | A Letter to My 15 Year Old Self

Here’s what I wish I knew ten years ago. Because sometimes, we just need a little reminder of how far we’ve come. Hey there Caitlin from ten years ago. I’m you, just older and maybe wiser. Knowing too much about the future is dangerous - we know that from all the science fiction we watch… Continue reading Creative Non-fiction | A Letter to My 15 Year Old Self

Short Fiction | A Beautiful Day

Art by Sarvika Mishra She woke from a beautiful dream to the scream of birds as they jostled for space in the nest they had made on her roof. The sun’s face was slotted through the gaps of her blinds, smiling benevolently down on her. Her blankets were warm, almost uncomfortably so. She had no… Continue reading Short Fiction | A Beautiful Day

Poetry | 136 Major

By Holly Stirman My secluded state  C’est la vie en tenebres  Dead Inquistiton  Deliberating  A slow decomposition  Brain dead before body  He plays with my mind  Escape to freedom denied  A brute fantasy  A silent echo  Of exhausting restlessness  Panic at the club  A rich illusion  On looking from high above  The faint film of… Continue reading Poetry | 136 Major