Nina Ward
Creative Writing: Level Three – Puzzle
You step through the newly-unlocked gate into a market place that looks several decades older than the world you just left. Adjusting your top...
Creative Writing: Trust In My Paranoia
I'm trying so hard to look for the normal. Holding onto the tiles in the shower I have to remind myself that this is...
Creative Writing: Michael Caine
Michael Caine's turtle neck of lust
presses itself tentatively against the damp screen
rock and roll
I cock back the gun
getting fucked has never been so fun
poignant...
Creative Writing: Untitled
Paris in the springtime
and the whole city
snaps
from a flagpole
I am not your rose or hyacinth girl
Stop comparing me to flowers
I want to be more...
Creative Writing: Untitled
(i)
vodka shot eyes:
and the moon replies
without warning, waiting
for her Orpheus
hardly there,
fashioning rings
from her red, red hair
(ii)
she was a meadow;
taste of heather
rattle of bone
he Decembered...
x+y=z
there is something of an "x" about you
a cracked circle
ancient exoskeleton
sharp against bluish glass
womb of the world
the world is we
not you
crystallized lips
pricked cardinal sine
are...