September 12, 2024
In the woods we are borders of our own creation, a witness to a different scene translations from black to white…
September 9, 2024
Sometimes he shows me off, making friends for us wherever we go. When I have to be without him, he will look at me, as if asking: “Must you really?”
September 2, 2024
The path may not be the one you envisioned, But that doesn't mean it's devoid of purpose. Motherhood is a school in itself, A crash course in fierce love and unwavering devotion.
September 1, 2024
As I pulled out the GPS, memories surfaced of Nat navigating the streets of New York decades earlier. Navigating the streets of every country we’d travelled in. He always used to say he carried maps in his head and if he needed to find the right direction, he simply lifted his mind above the car, looked down on the streets and visualised the right route.
August 31, 2024
August 30, 2024
Popping off the lid of the tea tin versus smelling a freshly brewed cup of Tao of Tea Black Mango offers two varied aromas. The tea leaves offer a rich, dark, almost indescribable aroma tinged with something fruity. The brewed tea, however, instantly transports you to the tropics where you might pluck a mango for enjoyment right off the tree.
August 20, 2024
The Crimson Crown by Heather Walter is an enthralling escape into the world of witchcraft, misogyny and murder. A time of religious burnings, where men smile in their piety as witches/women dance in hot iron shoes.
August 15, 2024
Come one, come all, Sci-Fi lovers! We've got a great short new issue with our sci-fi fiction and poetry for 2024 right here. Check out the stories from authors around the globe, relating tales of outer space aliens, military experimentation, space travel, and much more.
August 6, 2024
It was attempting to spread It came with a sad melody, My heartbeat increased,
My lungs demanded air To fight the need, I felt to let my tears fall…
July 31, 2024
I look up at the bird, its coat of the blackest feathers sheening in whitish sunlight…So I hold dear the dark bird's song.
July 29, 2024
Arrival at night was what I was dreading. Night sailing was bad enough, but I had no desire to get into the dinghy after nightfall. The familiar coastline of northern Kangaroo Island came into view, but the sun was setting, and by the time we arrived the coastline would be obscured.
July 27, 2024
Funny to call it that, but when the soul journeys out from the body,
What else lies on the table but that which is enduring the cutting?
Like a lamb at the market providing only the choicest meat for observation.