Begin

A bird hovers above the pocket of air beneath its wings: time ends and begins, Death rattles and babies cry, buds split open and the Hellebores fails to bloom, we kiss, we wave, hello and goodbye. The bird dives on a breath, exhaling in the wind: all things end and we begin.   Photograph & … Continue reading Begin

‘Happy’

One by the sea, each new tide bringing in another childhood memory, one up North, where every second of sunlight feels more precious and beautiful than anywhere else in the world, one in Italy, the capital city which revels in its antiquity, and one right here, a space finally big enough for me, my daydreams … Continue reading ‘Happy’

Advance Review of Between the Trees, Kindra M. Austin

“My reflection in the train window settles/between the trees/beyond the glass/lining the field of gold.” In itself, the opening of the title poem speaks of forlorn reluctance, wishes, and wonders. It must be because there’s something so powerful and intimate about one’s reflection; we study ourselves and pick up every nuance, whether we want to … Continue reading Advance Review of Between the Trees, Kindra M. Austin

Smoother

Without my initials maybe my edges would be smoother - soft like my tummy and the inside of my elbow. I could be lighter - caterpillar to butterfly, shedding the nine letters which have sought to define me my whole life. It would be a cocoon lying in tatters - falling away as ash and … Continue reading Smoother