There are heart-shaped crevices in the world where people like us exist, tucked away in a corner of our minds, the world is so incomparable, the world is so fleeting, the world is so What we make of it. We are tall because we are large, we are large because we love, we are love because we exist. The sunrise is brighter today— the yellow-orange of the smiles and good food, the purple-blue of the comforting hugs and imagination, the pink-white of the flushed cheeks and freedom— just because we say so.
Dianna Morales is a young, queer Mexican-American writer residing in Austin, Texas. Dianna’s work has been published in several magazines, and has two poems forthcoming in The B’K Lit Mag and Passengers Journal. Find more of Dianna here.
In morning light, you might be forgiven for thinking a spine pulling itself above layers of tar and cement is a shelter.
Excavation always begins around 11:03pm: a shovel to the stomach, burial grounds for dying cabbage whites.
Funny. They have replaced the playground on my pelvis, concrete for cedar.
The primary school in my right palm is growing exponentially.
Listen. Gravel pits overgrown with nettles, I can no longer feel my toes, imagine they have stopped searching for survivors.
Elena Chamberlain is a poet, creative and student from England. She has been published in stages, pages, and online. Elena was part of Apples and Snakes Future Voices and longlisted for the Out-Spoken Prize for Poetry in 2023.
One day you will read a book that will change your life. It won’t be some self-help bestseller or a psychology text, but an anthology of wildflowers, perhaps, or a novel about a city you will never set foot in. One day you will take up a new hobby, a new dance class that cracks you open and teaches you something about yourself; perhaps composting that whispers to you every morning with its sweet aroma of decay that new life is possible and old life nourishes—even if it’s slow work. One day you will meet someone who you didn’t know was a type of person that could exist. It will crush you and grow you all at once. Suddenly, people like this will be everywhere, and a whole new plane of people you didn’t know could exist will open up to you to encounter in future moments. One day devastation will meet you in ways you didn’t think possible, and all you will do is laugh, because you spent too much time worrying about tragedies that never happened, and the tragedies that did come to pass you could never have prepared for. Now, in this moment, the person who is capable of taking these trials on has been born, dirty, screaming, but alive.
This photo, titled ‘Camino Field’, was taken on an Olympiad Stylus with Kodak Color Film, on the final 50 kilometers of the Camino De Santiago outside of Pontevedra, Spain. The tail end of a journey taken by thousands of people over the centuries.
Myra Stevens is an artist from Southern Arizona. She holds a masters degree in Public Health from the University of Arizona, and works as a Public Health Professional.
A wire mesh covers the stones on both sides of the valley, as if nature could be contained behind this layer of grid: a metallic, frail net, that will dissolve as soon as the mountain awakens.
BONES
You were only five,
and probably can’t remember now,
but I once took you to the
Natural History Museum.
I wept
in front of the big skull,
thinking of how many like you
could fit in there.
Nazaret Ranea is an emerging poet recognised as one of Scotland’s Next Generation Young Makars. She has published the zines My Men and My Women, and is the editor of the anthology For Those Who Tend the Soil. You can find out more about her work here.
I turned 18 sat on a blue sofa under one-to-one supervision on the psychiatric ward, and so the music my friends remember as their first tastes of the ultra-violet unshackling of adulthood is, to me, the sound of being pressed up so close to death that he can feel my ribcage, and the frightened thud of my butterfly heart not yet emerged from its cocoon.
Catherine Sleeman is a writer and dancer who takes inspiration from the natural world and her observations of the relationships between people. She is new to writing submissions. She has been supported by Creative Future.
This photo was taken in Camden, London during the week leading to International Pinhole Photography Day in 2023. It is my favourite pinhole photo to date. I love how the bridge is still, yet the leaves of the trees seem to be merging with the water.
Sam des Fleurs is a poet / spoken word artist, writer and photographer who loves exploring movement in images and is constantly looking for new ways to write about love. See more on Instagram (@sam.des.fleurs).
I left the house without my phone. My daughter needed it for me to leave her on her own. So beyond these words there’s no record of the view I’m looking at: the cram of orange, peach and white buildings from far left to far right the mega-crane, the freight wagons labouring in their smallness the swifts scything and scooping the hot thick air above.
Lawrence Bradby writes poems, short prose texts and essays. He likes the gap between speech and writing. Since October 2020 he has lived in Portugal. He writes a blog about learning a new language and trying to find a way to belong
Burgeoning population is the number one enemy for sustainability of life on this earth. It propels disharmony and complete bedlam in peaceful coexistence of man and environment. All these calamities and extremities that we are experiencing of late across continents are because of the thermodynamic disequilibrium brought about by human interference. More and more modernity and dependence on artificial intelligence are causing isolation from Nature. Days are not far when poets and authors would embark on a parched and barren land, starved of elements to pursue their creativity.
A teacher and a researcher, Sambhu Nath Banerjee (Ph.D. CU) from Kolkata, India is passionate about travelling, photography and writing. His works appear in Cafe Dissensus, Muse India, Borderless and 3 Elements. His photograph has found place in the exhibition 2023 Kolkata, organised by ‘Srijan’ SBI Officers’ Association.
I said to Summer, you burn too hot for comfort. Said Summer, your choice.
I said to the Spring, how many leaves are there left? Said Spring, ask Autumn.
I said to Winter, you are just a duration. Said Winter, you too.
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It happens on ordinary days, a bored pencil tapping a glass, but the morning post’s leaking in, the desk light intent as a heron and downstream an angle-poise bird aims through indifferent reflections.
Seán Street’s recent prose includes Wild Track: Sound, Text and the Idea of Birdsong (Bloomsbury, 2023). His latest poetry collection is Journey Into Space (Shoestring Press, 2022).