A magazine for new writers

i am gathering up a jury of dead things; some you killed and some that died to make room for you. those dead things, they lie cold and...

The fresh cut grass; with no sign of mourn. The sunshine’s out, with no sign of mourn, and no sound of rain greeting my greenhouse. The...

I came to show that I am no longer a failure. Their words coated with sweet nectarine. A false friendly encounter. But the voices inside...

I think it was a wise man that once said, the creative mind was a blessing and a curse, and how could that be anything but true, when it...

I strode hurriedly into the McDonalds I normally don’t eat junk food but I had only ten minutes for lunch The boss was killing me with...

Head down, long locks corralled by a baseball hat, the bassist plucks his Gibson Midtown as if oblivious to the adoring crowd. He’s not...

I live in two zones In one I see the damage that mental illness wreaks In the other I see through to the person beneath I see Tiffany...

Midnight. You roam the apartment restless, too tired and bronchitic to sleep. Every cough the kick of a sniper's rifle. You storm a beach...

1. Famous Raincoat: Them Were The Days! -- RIP Leonard Cohen (1924 – 10 Nov 2016)* Ah torrential stadium shows to flatbed truck groupies,...

People walking along the hectic streets. People running around our majestic parks. Humans talking to loved ones quite loudly on...

The branches reach skyward, its split ebony bark, bent and twisted. How they curl at their tips: avidity shaped it thus. That fervour was...

I wring the last few drops of breath out of my lungs, conducted by the Psalter. My unsprung lungs a pair of skins for drawing water. Will...

pulling out a seed to plant we dig and dig beneath the surface we grow one journey to leave another seeking the hemmed edges of other...

It was mainly because I was fed up with it all: sick and tired of all the fighting between republicans and democrats; sick and tired of...

My mother asks when will I get married and I reply very Jamaican-like that ‘every hoe have dem stick a bush—’ before I can finish she...

The slant of light that shapes this unfinished room looks structural. Some celestial architect has poured this molten form to show that...

I see a man so tender with his lover that it makes my salivary glands ache as though I’ve bitten into something long craved,...

‘Dark as the midnight hour I’m bright as the morning sun’ but under the moonlight would you look at me the same? Divided into tribes The...