Poetry

Aftermath

Hypothesis: He asks, do I ever think about disappearing. Conclusion: I stand with my head under the tap while the sink slowly fills with water listening to the grotesque noises of prayers unheard, the paper Read more…

By Henna Sjöblom, ago
Poetry

Morphazine

Connected to four different hospital beds I hear the black-eyed angels crawling closer their tiny feet hammering on the ceiling tiles like rain pulling me out of my sleep The god of sedation rules this Read more…

By Henna Sjöblom, ago
Featured

Hungry?

Once upon a dreadful bore I lay in the water like Ophelia waiting for the rapture an eyeless animal pitter-pattered past me in the reed It turned its tattered head and said “You don’t belong Read more…

By Henna Sjöblom, ago
Poetry

Hope

Hope is the tiny flicker of light in the dark night. Hope is the little glimmer in your eyes, whenever you smile. Hope is the shortest time we see each other, just a simple hi Read more…

By Jeazelle, ago