Womanhood sits in my mouth, rotten.Boys feel around, hands like cups,Suctioning, fish-like, leaving half-moonBite marks and blushes that vein outTo hearts that do not know how to heal.They wonder why my response comesFlatlined, I guess I can’t reply whengirls have to die before they come to life.
Dead on seven o’clock, the curtains to the theatre rise. The orchestra’s bows await their cue in pregnant stillness. Marek Parell awaits his own, fixed under a simple spotlight. He’s not moved an inch, yet already grateful applause rolls over the footlights like loving surf. His first solo performance, and all he can think about […]
Guns and roses What’s the difference? One is adrenaline The other a dose Both perform the same function Topping giants and dwarfs alike Making them drink or write Be it a bullet from the metal Or a petal From the rose Each provides an end One being quick and easy The other long and wheezy
ALPHA “Go! Take all the boys and leave the girls,” I heard commander Sesay shout. I really didn’t quite understand why he was ordering us to do such heart-breaking things, but I wouldn’t dare go against his orders. Not just because he is heartless, but because I feel as though I have to please him […]
Oh stormy nightWhat shall you bringOnly time will tellWhat the queen has said to her kingDid they have a fightAnd if soWho got the winBut seriously That’s enough for nowYou need to leaveSomeone might see us You might be my mistress But the day is my lawful wife
THE IMMORTAL WANDERER Baransel Kutlu 1 Prologue. Birth and rebirth He was born in the middle of winter. His mother was only sixteen when she had him, alone in the cold comfort of an abandoned stone hut, lit only by white moonlight pouring in through the window. He entered the world with a feint cry. […]
Surrender yourself and dare to be free, dare to be brave, dare to live in the present and feel all the things that come with it. By surrendering, you are accepting your reality and breathing in the moment. Surrender to not give up, but rather to let go. It is only you who can stop […]
Womanhood sits in my mouth, rotten. Boys feel around, hands like cups, Suctioning, fish-like, leaving half-moon Bite marks and blushes that vein out To hearts that do not know how to heal. They wonder why my response comes Flatlined, I guess I can’t reply when girls have to die before they come to life.
The Blitz – 1940, London “Miss! A gracious lady like you shouldn’t be walking on these hell-coated streets!” shouted a man carrying a mildly torn portmanteau, busily hurrying to the direction of the train station. Allison Bradshawe smirked to herself. She wasn’t planning on leaving the city to the safety she knew her family would […]
A Retelling of Oscar Wilde’s The Selfish Giant Hope slicing snow brings back a late March petal and a big, big smile flushed full in the darkening puddle of Boy’s eyes. Softness loosens itself among two hearts holding tight, hands folded light. Boy raises his plump face. He wants that blooming cherry-pink blossom just there above the […]