Archive | October, 2014

Caleb Parkin | Joy’s Kitchen

The milk-bottle tops have become a golden pyramid; a tomb before time.   Someone must be able to use this stuff.   The newspapers the death of each day growing up the walls.   Someone must be able to use this.   The pieces of string twice the distance from the middle to the end: still not long enough.   Someone must be able to.   The cutlery which related […]

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Marlon Mayfield | Human beings

My veins run deep into the soil They are my earthly wings. I do not know why they recoil In shame of what they bring. We were brought in chains a long time ago, That is what they told me so, Put on rock and forced to grow Even told where we should go. I do not know from where they’ve came. I do not know the seedlings name But […]

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Matthew Harrison | The portfolio

That summer we had a glimpse of infinity, Cathy and I. Being young we soon forgot what happened, and carried on with our lives. But as the years passed, I recalled that summer and thought about it more and more. The implications of the deal we struck then are coming home to me now. When I first saw the guy in Cathy’s restaurant, he didn’t look like much. He was […]

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Anuja Ghimire | Tabula rasa and more

Tabula Rasa Let’s use a wet rag To wipe our minds clean That smudge of green worry The stain of red grudge And that chunk of blue angst Doesn’t the sky start fresh every night As the stars scatter across And the moon changes her mood? Isn’t the river reborn every moment As the currents constantly leave And the ripples pretend to stay? Forget that you know me at all […]

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