Creative

The World of Dragons: The Burrowing Sand Dragon

 “Apep was so long and large that, even laid flat, he was taller than any human. His roar was so loud and so powerful that even the earth would shake at its sound. The enemy of Ra and order, he emerged from below to bring darkness, thirsting for chaos and destruction. Many tried to stop […]

5 March 2021
Politics

Politics is a dirty Word Mind frame Existence But remember: If you’re not interested in politics, Politics will be interested in you Imprisonment in death? Inevitable Imprisonment in politics? Avoidable I will never ever Lie Others will never ever Stop  Why? Life is unfair Hold up my sign at the parade    Careful!   The […]

5 March 2021
The Trees in My Street

Arthritic hands line my street, Creaking and aching in the wind, Stiff knotted claws arcing warily away From the hum and snap of telephone lines.   Leaves flicker and wave at the sky, Quickly breaking from stems to flutter away. As the wind takes these papery children, The trees whisper hushed goodbyes, Groaning and reaching […]

5 March 2021
Drowned Icarus

The light that drowned Icarus, when his freedom he found, was the sweetest ignorance that sent him to ground   I was the quiet water the dark and silent receiver I was the waves on fire when his body was found   Damp wax and melted feathers Gold like a sun half-downed Heat-struck he bore […]

5 March 2021
The Park-Maker

The sun, first blinding, gets gentler with time, as running slows to walking, then to sitting, and to talking. After it sets, softly, we keep our legs crossed tight— tucked in like a bedsheet— and welcoming the night.   Matchstick benches dress our set with garden-gravel rocks: the park that surrounds us is carried in […]

5 March 2021
Good Mourning

content warning: death   Standing by her bed Hands clammy, clutching at my dress. Searching for him In the folds of fabric A noise escapes my mouth, an involuntary laugh “I’m going to make rice” I announce. To no one in particular   Down the hall Into the kitchen The bag of rice is heavy […]

5 March 2021
Little Moth

little moth, you can’t escape this night and my explanation of what this was or is would puzzle you even more, because I don’t know for sure what this is or was for you, but I can tell you what I saw:   I had brushed my teeth and put some night cream on I […]

5 March 2021
Edition One Flash Fiction: Love Stories

Sacrifice Written by Amara Cavahlo Content warning: suicide Even pinned to the altar, my sacrificial dagger clutched over your chest, you are fearless—after all, one of us was always destined to die. From girlhood, we let the priests dress us in a pantomime of our future; blood-red robes and bone-white face paint. They should have […]

5 March 2021
Rolled Together

Unseen, I saw them as a spot of stillness in the sea of girls and suited commuters: Mum’s face a mask of serenity and Andy with his hands behind his back. I could’ve run right there. Gotten a place on Merrill Ave, swapped fetid city air with switchboard girls and pretty receptionists. A job and […]

5 March 2021
sugar gliders

when we love, we will be like sugar gliders. sucking eucalyptus sap and honeydew, as though they were the only two things in the world close to our love. you will kiss my pink nose and tell me how soft this feeling is, how you would look for it everywhere between bottlebrush and banksia. when […]

22 February 2021
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