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  • illustration Insomniac by Anna Eileen Doyle

    Insomniac

    When we return home, Wishing everyone their goodnights, Making sure the lights turn drab, Not letting the bedbugs bite, That’s when the feeling enters: I feel dizzy & clammy & weak. I lie there in silent rigidness; I need to scream & shake & shriek. No matter how tormented Or scared that I may be, […]

  • Exequies of and Angel Illustration

    Exequies of an Angel

    Rip off my wings, Cut off my golden curls; Extinguish the light I give To frightened boys and girls. Strip me of my snow white robes, Use my halo to slash my cherub’s face; Reap me of all my worth, Pull me down so far from grace. Then leave me, red and raw, Alone on […]

  • The Fire Dancer by Aoife Hughes

    The Fire Dancer

    I dragged the match across the sandpaper coarse side of the box. Splintered sparks scattered outwards with a flare of life. An amber corona swaddled the match tip and the scent of sulfur coated my nose. I tipped the match gently against a ragged wick. The fire caught, throwing a white flame upwards. It waltzed […]

  • Falling by Laura Nash

    Falling

    Looking back, everything seemed so infinite, though I had no understanding of the word. It was me – yes, I had family that cared, friends that would make fun; but in that one moment, it was just me. Running wild, monsters roaming free: “I’ve got to run! Run or they’ll catch me!” Racing down paths […]

  • Granny - Liam wallace

    Granny

    Memories are like old movies; 
I would watch some more than others, 
We all have our preferences. 

Standing on the ageless bridge, 
A scene flickers in my head, 
 Torn from a broken film. 

A small hand held by an older one; 
A friendly voice talking slowly, 
 So my little ears can hear. 

Suddenly […]

  • Individuality

    Individuality

    Born one of a kind Differently wired mind Always the odd one out Without a doubt Days went by in a haze No self-esteem since thirteen Never keen in being A part of a Scene Never left the house Quiet as a mouse I’d think, and think Until the brink And eventually would sink I […]

  • Illustration for The Fairies by Alice Spencer

    The Fairies

    They all see her: that girl, all dressed in black. They never talk to her; they’re too frightened she’ll attack. They know what she’s done, but, not why she has; they think she’s desperate for attention. They’re wrong. She never asks. They don’t know her dreams about the black parade. They don’t know how much […]

  • Illo003_Hands_flat

    Hands

    The first thing I learned about holding someone’s hand is that it was a restriction. When they gripped my fingers so tight I thought they’d fall off. I knew I couldn’t pick and choose where I wanted to go. I was stuck, quite firmly, by their side. I hated having to hold their hand. The […]

  • Illo002_Wondering_Flat

    Wondering

    So she sat to think about these crazy things: like, why one goose, two geese; but not one moose, two meese? Mouse, mice; louse, lice; blouse, blice? Why do eggplants have no eggs? Nor hamburgers, ham? Neither pine nor apple in pineapple? How is a song a jam? Why writers write, but fingers don’t fing? […]

  • Where's my child by Harry Kealy. Illustration by Alé Mercado

    Where’s My Child

    I will look and never smile; Look and listen for my missing child; Is he hurt or is he dead? These thoughts wonder within my head. Hurt and wrung my eyes will be; Never will I find him, Dead is he Listen for his soft call; Where is he? I will fall. I shall die […]

  • For Beginners - Mariana Byrne. Illustration by Alé Mercado.

    For Beginners

    Firstly, Clasp a heart that’s black and grey Once heard one might just lightly say That one cannot live day on day Without once wishing that one was dying Secondly, Drop a wish right into a pool Your sick and twisted handy tool To make such others seem a fool Not through wrongness but through […]