by Bridgette Jameson
are you an honest lover?
Just wanted to love you
While you just wanted
f u c k
When the words
“I love you”
to spill from my lips
No one is there to hear it
I’m a s i n k i n g ship
because of this
Every wish I’ve made
has come true
in the most
Will I ever
s e c o n d
by Teresa Law
I love the nighttime. It used to be for weaving a way home, fluorescent night bus lights and orange taxi beacons. Crisp and harsh, warmed by fried chicken or a burger, laughing and complaining of sore feet and empty purses.
It’s a late night talking, warm and cosy, and not realising what the time is.
It’s stepping outside into the dark, the sky pinpricked with stars and cigarette smoke swirling into the black.
It’s pale moonlight, sleepy sighs and giggles and a baby with a full tummy and a smile on his lips.
By Sophie Wilson
You watch the rose, you do not know,
The garden hung with mist like a dream,
Cool rain by the lake drenched in moonlight
Shines diamond shadows over our forest.
Milk skin beneath her blood red gown
Recalling bittersweet symphonies
With a thousand beats of heartache.
Fluffy peach sky and sea spray
Sing together; a picture of beauty.
Earth crunches under foot.
Words left unspoken in the dark,
Recoiling, a sharp breath,
A glance behind at nothing,
Nothing but all-encompassing shadows
Leaning down, you do not know
What I cannot forget,
So I cut my hand with rubies
And cried silver tears,
Yet blood red shadows remain.