Where did the fire girl go when the field finally turned to ash? Where does the one who sets the flame end up when all the kindling is gone and the embers are no more? With smoke in my lungs, I dig through the burnt ruins of my harvests. I hope to find something salvageable ...

Words bounce off the wall. Biscuit takes hold of them with hyperactive exuberanceup she bounds running in circles, spinning top, wind-up, yo-yo deep from the belly, unmusical whining, she jumps into the carshe knows the way alert—watching, her eyes dart from the ball to me. I raise the chucker, andthe ball catapults through the air. ...

The title was a prompt from my university lecturer, and from that, I created this poem. I’m feeling misunderstood. I am a woman— Unapologetic, she stares down patriarchy. I was lively— Now, she emerges when the monster is scared. I was raped. I was murdered— No longer will she be silenced. Perseus is no hero— ...

I am daydreamingand adrift in my surroundingsof misty humid cloudswearing humanity’s torn shroudand a blue mask that still looks loud I imagine myself shufflingalong old limestone pavingswinding towards a deserted seasideencountering loose pebbles on the incoming tidewashed ashore from worldwidethat are not yet sanitised nor classified when will I be able to stop daydreaming?when will ...

Winter and the blue devils playnot even halfway through— what are we to do?but linger in bed awaiting spring. I ponder dreadful thoughts and hankerfor the greasy delights of bacon sarnies. In the dense dark morning,the cat, her motley wild fur-ball body,masked ninja yellow eyes,jumps onto the bed,ambushing the pulsing doona,she crouches, creeping, creeping quietly,pouncing ...

A door has shut without recourse,now flung aside I bleed out redmy footing gone, my vision’s fledunseen by those without remorse. Each painful breath inflames my heart,I try to speak but silence mocksas spastic legs and crooked socksdeny my dreams now torn apart.  For those who see beyond the night,my worth is found outside this ...

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Succumb to nature Fallen wish Failure Mounting I Must Dismiss Negative thoughts Come in troves Death among me Run From Those Mental motions Now I pass Crystal ball In Crystal Glass I seek in you A promised wish No more struggle Hope Is Missed Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay

Anger incessant fueled by misfortune Distortion of truth my only way forward This karma surrounding exempt of forgiveness There must be a lesson surely I’m missing I contemplate death yet that would decide The end of my search the loss of this sign Can only now hope that this shall not pass Down to my ...