Category: Poetry

(if we’re very lucky) Death by DS Maolalai

it’s wonderful, frankly,
being comfortable.
and I spent so long
in search of suffering
to breed a poet’s
soul. I had – and we all have –
my romantic aspirations,
but there’s nothing else
like this, or shouldn’t be;
like falling over

Uninvited Onions by Hermione Cameron

I am embarrassed by my dissection of the sandwich. My fingers pick away at it, clumsily pulling apart the various parts, like some inexpert surgeon. 

Why did they have to put onions in it? Is nothing sacred? 


Outside the window someone who looks a bit like someone I know walks by. 

I continue my open-heart sandwich surgery, easing open the bread skeleton, pulling apart the strands of cheesy yellow flesh, prodding around the tomato red blood cells. 

The Sharp Edge of Spring, a love letter to Hades by Lauren Theresa

Sitting in my room
incense burning in the living space.
Unsettled here, on the edge of Spring. 
Today marks Oestara, the Vernal Equinox where I reside. 
It’s 9:22pm; already one foot deeper into Spring than the Winter 
And I’m having a very difficult time stepping out of my Dark Beautiful Season.

This Winter has been long and deep.
Entering it with a distracted head, focusing on the holidays and festivities—
the novelty of the seasons. 
When January edged on and February came,
I was truly finding my Self in the Depths of Darkness. 
Consumed by the cold Void as the days were mostly consumed by the Moonlit eve. 
Although I first met this with resistance, I’ve grown comfortable here. 
Not complacent or at ease, but profoundly at Home 
in this fiery Underworld.