Two Poems
‘Looking for the tea bags’ and ‘The milk aisle’ are two poems by John Osborne that navigate care, grief, loss, and love through the ordinary paraphernalia of tea ingredients
I was Eight When They Said Mama was Sick
The latest in our haiku column by Louise Gerodias
Grandpa
Using playful, even childlike language, this poem is made out of a loved one’s absence – the ‘sickness’ of loss
Dependent Origination Trumps Old Age, Sickness, Death
A tiny poem that packs in Buddhist philosophy, love, and attachment into a mere handful of lines
Two Poems
In “Complete Terms and Conditions” and “Devilkin”, poet Joe Sonnenblick takes on common existentialist queries, navigating loss, contentment, bereavement and the self
Plea
A conversation between cell mates, a lost child, and a pastor. Julie Ann Ward's new short story showcases uncertainty, loss, suspense, and a yearning for the what-could-have-beens
Al-Mala’ika
New in fiction, a story of grief, hope and a friendship between two little girls presented through magical realism.
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year?
Amanda Malamut questions common holiday traditions.
Ofelia and Ophelia
Zoe Jane Patterson reimagines the mad girl in this new poem.
A Hammock and Me and Time
Experimental poetry by Arthur De Oliveira.
Sylvia and Ted
Reimagining Sylvia Plath’s life and relationship with Ted Hughes through poetry.
Finder's Keepers
“Honey, I’m a raindrop / Racing down your windowpane / And that sky is about to break.” – Zoe Jane Patterson looks for the missing person in the self.
I am unfortunately sentimental
"How can you be such a slut for accommodation?" asks Anita Shishani in a new poem on home and belonging.
When Love is Not Enough
New in milk & vodka, by Zoe Jane Patterson.
Milton, I
New in poetry, Zoe Jane Patterson showcases her experience and memories of her hometown in Ontario, Canada.
The New House
A poetic take on an unstable home.
grow up
A rhythmic bildungsroman – Vamika Sinha encapsulates the thrills and aches of young adulthood in this new poem.
air turns to fire in the cold
The air burns where I sleep / you trudge in almost-snow / The resetting of alarm clocks / let the wind slip / through your dreamcatcher...