Category: Fiction & Poetry

Rooftops Reach for the Sky

Rooftops Reach for the Sky where iridescent pearl glistens through veils of vapour pulled apart like cotton wads sailing along zephyr winds, trailing delicate strands across asterisms woven through zaffre velvet expanse cloaking the waning flurry underneath where tin brutes bleeding coal rumble along paths lit by sallow globes atop poles flickering through fumes that…

Principles of Marriage

By Annika Lee Author’s note: This is a type of found poem from the source text of 1 Corinthians 7, the Holman Christian Standard Bible (HCSB) edition. The selections were made only from the first word of each line (or multiple words, in the case of “a wife” and “a slave”). The work is a deliberate…

Days

By Katherine To-Hauser   Bleakness whispers shouting to inspire the Sickly spinning cogs, dire. For those are days. Pass quick in sum and un-quick in tales told. Dull finger-tipped hoarse breath croaks, ‘Are these days?’ Sleep settles screeching Stop! stand still, head lays, Look up to see the passing days, unchanged Patterns exhaust- ‘What are…

7. devil’s radio

By Annika Lee 1. nostalgia’s mud covers you and a part—a part of you will always want   2. submersion. it always gets worse, never better. entanglements of your heart will never cease their   3. knotted states this therefore is the extent of your one fragile existence:   4. all the food in the…

Youth

By Annika Lee there are so few photos of me from back then my friends were more beautiful, more confident I blushed from shame, not compliments staying behind the camera was preferable   my friends were more beautiful, more confident in their bodies and in their futures staying behind the camera was preferable to putting…

November 9

By Annika Lee   besides, aren’t we all white-knuckled loners with spirits distorted by deferred longing? didn’t we learn from our youth to stand still and quiet in the burning, as fuel to a fire of unfulfillment? but no, I say, no—and no again, to make it muscle memory, habit of my hand and heart….

Wild West Ethos

By Annika Lee found poem from Facebook comments on the 20 September 2021 New York Times article ‘Homeland Security investigates border patrol’s treatment of Haitian immigrants.’   Look closely it’s not the Wild West. Like master to slave God is a whip playing cowboys. So, big man, how would you stop the runner literally walking…

September

By Isa Boere   these silent september skies do nothing but remind me of the golden brown in your eyes   with the breeze caressing my skin and the tall grass touching my knees like your hands once did   while the blackbirds sing their song after rainfall, the world covered in dew september is…

The Poetics of Prose

By Lua Valino de Jong The following is a review of two literary pieces, Autobiography of Red (1998) and On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (2019). Even though it is not necessary to have read these to grasp what is written here, I would recommend doing so, as these genre-transcending works speak for themselves. The recent…

Red Children on The Sound of Night

By Sithis Yim Samnang [This is a snippet from a larger project “Red Children Empty of New Beginnings”]  ✽            A night was only dark because one’s eyes couldn’t see. But eyes weren’t sights when an escape and a life needed to survive. They were mere moons and stars that couldn’t find ways to shine….

Fairy Tale contest: Beatrice

LitRA, in collaboration with Culture Co, held a fiction contest a couple of weeks ago. The theme was ‘fairy tales’ and submissions focused on retelling fairy tales from the writers’ home country. The winner of the Fairy Tale contest, exclusively revealed here, was Boudica Gast. She won with her retelling “The Beatrijs”, a medieval Dutch…

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