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…
Through Rolling Landscapes & Acquaintances IV- Tippi Hedren
Through Rolling Landscapes By Fenna Capelle Through rolling landscapes I found a path I needed to pursue It reached out as far as my mind could bear to let it free Like a doubtful sceptic who, in dreaming, knew not where to turn to And I followed it to the last caress of its sheer…
‘Unnamed’ & Deep into the Green
‘Unnamed’ By Fenna Capelle Time may brag, for she transcends the ages Refuge lean on angels enclosing her Bounty can rest in taking her wages Tempt resilience, she’ll refuse to stir They fought with reason and conquered it all And have laid siege on love and fantasy, That dare not think of a thing so…
Love & Seven Numbers Away
Love By Sithis Yim Samnang Your scars are way too beautiful, each one of them is a century I missed in you. I want to be the asshole who can actually write so that the sky, brutal, is as tender as your skin. I am leaning into the afternoon breathing on every cut. I want…
It Can’t do us Part
as nature’s defence delivers its onslaught – should we commit mass-self-slaughter for the natural world – or is it a mistake a star-crossed affair or the Doomsday dawning the plastic shelves devoid the streets forsaken the drawn-back curtains colourless, pseudoplants on the sills, but the hospitals are all but deserted. journalists thirsty for the death-toll…