by Jaydon Munn
“Every year it gets a little bit harder to get back to that feeling of when we were fifteen, and we could jump in the river upstream and let the current carry us to the beginning where the river met the sea.” – Josh Pyke (The Summer)
Lewis withdrew himself from the safe [...]

by Rochelle D’Silva
flashbacks
constant flashbacks
his disappointments
your inefficiencies
the taste of his goodbye
versus
the cowardice in your inability
to ignore
to cajole
to wow
split second fallacies
grey mourning skies
the point of no return
will always lie
in what couldn’t be measured
and what didn’t add up
what more will it take
for you to be secure?
what will it take
for her to be implored
what have you
been offering her
what more [...]

by Lyrian Fleming
The world fell in flavours over her lips, which she used instead of fingertips to define trust.
The route to work divided into Flavours With A Tick (tangy metallic of the guard rail attached to the staircase; sharp screw-up-her-face-flavour of the pedestrian crossing button; bitter promises in the bedroom of her first skim flat [...]

Tomorrow, today will be a memory,
And when we mislay our psyche, everything will be forgotten
And so will all of us.
Friendships will be abandoned, and hearts will be shattered,
And when our generation has died, in the shadows we will unearth our precedent.
We will tell our stories of a journey through life
Where we all felt the end, [...]

Inside I swirl
And burst with light
Shattered into the night
All around I merge and fossick
Pieces of everything
Scattered and random
Moulding and gathering
In gentle fashion
Slow as the stars
Moving into each other
Gliding and rolling
Parts of the fathom
Glistening with history
Of all that has happened
Ordering
Shaping
Inviting a new
A Blue print, no place here
No guidance or rule
Dreamings and whims
With steel and earth
No difference [...]

You articulate that your adoration and affection for me as forevermore shone,
Perhaps you will appreciate me once I have gone.
I allowed you to rip and tear me apart, and I attempt to collect the broken pieces of the puzzle,
I have given up on all hope, there seems to be no chance,
Childish it may be, but [...]

I rummage for you in old notebooks and boxes. When it’s late, when it’s dark. The grainy dregs of coffee mugs and buttered toast crumbs. Photographs, paintings, sheet music. I turn the fragrant pages of second-hand poetry, expecting to find you worn transparent and preserved inside a cover somewhere like a forgotten flower pressing.
I fish [...]