Zahra Loot
- Jan 23, 2018
A One-Sided Dialogue
It’ll be OK. I kept thinking to myself, as if the thought alone would make it possible. “It will be OK”. For the briefest of moments, I believed that saying the words aloud would give them some permanence. I was wrong. My comment was met with no reply; the words hung hollow in the air and the silence that followed was more deafening than before. A passing plane caught my attention, casting my gaze to the outside. The grass a verdant green, the sky a clear cornflower blue: a f
Simeon Neo
- Jan 2, 2018
Seasons Die and Seasons Change
Lilac flowers bloom
in Spring a chorus of
bouquets that turn into
a vulgar show of vanity
pulling vomit from my stomach
Winter trees that once seemed quaint
remembering Paris streets
where my feet have never stepped
now stark naked to the eye
drawing sympathy from having
lost its leaves
The Summer waves of Cottesloe
trudge forwards and back,
thrust into soft sand
eroding eroding eroding
sand dragged into the depths
of the sea’s tentacled babies
ink rises and