Secrets
By Alice Redfearn
What’s Mine Is Mine
Mine are the walls these finger tips have felt. Mine is the skin this ink has pierced. Mine are the bruises this body has bore. Mine is the weight these shoulders have carried. Mine are the goosebumps this skin has […]
What’s Mine Is Yours
I won’t delve into any cliché of offering my heart or my soul, that blackened tripe, or my bones, which glow so sickly white, As a gesture of my love. No, I don’t like to promise what I can’t keep, […]
A Request
Mine, ‘till the flock of tern dither Their marching of the skies That stretch o’er lands that wither Until new land do rise. Upon stillest mid-day waters, Where throngs of fish defy The attempt of heron’s slaughter: I shall here […]
A Letter From The Editor
Everything is ours. The world revolves around you, and everything you see is tainted by that, dripping in the significant, or lack off, that you grant it. The park is holding hands for the first time, the candle you light […]
Amour Fou
I danced terribly, sang worse. Cut off more of my hair I smoked too much Drank in excess Spent what little I had on nothing to show. Spoke in two tongues I lived in pure bliss. I cried tears of […]
Stigma-ta Wounds
In my field of vision, I feel like the enchained African, enslaved Daily bigotry encumbers the days; Impairs my cognition; flood of theta waves Double consciousness Creator and destroyer of self-confidence Seeing myself through the coloured White view, The Stigma-ta […]
