Haiku’s on A Winter Morning

Children with eyes wide, Exhale their warm breath slowly To watch the air dance. - Misty clouds of air Evaporate around me, And trouble my mind. - The frostbitten grass, waits timelessly,...

The Trees

It was one of those not-quite-autumn days. One of her favourite kind of days. One of those days where it was still warm enough...

Synesthetist

Ringing red lips, resounding around the room. Aniseed accent, lingering for me to lick off long after.   Trembling taste. And you smell blindingly bright. While your pheromones...
Illustrated by Kate Romain

Home

Dust motes floating in the early morning sun; the joyously intrusive sounds of the young family next door; the smell of the old library...
Dougie Dodd's Illustration of Candles

Creative Writing 318 – Peace

The topic for Creative Writing this issue is peace, and with good reason. As of late, the world has been reeling from the shock...

Don’t let yourself erase them as you say

These are only fragments. There’s the reservation; pregnant clause. Just the lint, life’s lining unfurling itself into small joys. But they are not small. How can they...