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Rooster by Nikzad Noorpanah

Rooster, by Nikzad Nourpanah

Fiction: “One of the guards tried to calm me down. ‘We’re just doing our job, following the rules. The ladies have complained.’ And then he added jokingly, ‘dear engineer, you do know this place is not completely private, it’s ‘privastate’ as we call it…’ and then burst into laughter at their own stupid wordplay, spraying his saliva on my face. Last year, they also harassed me for wearing sandals with no socks.”

Scarlett Sabet

Poem and Interview: Scarlett Sabet

“What is happening in Iran is heart-breaking, and this poem is testament to that, it is also paying homage to my Father and my Persian heritage, of which I’m so proud.”

Woollen socks (NZ issue 1970) - Sergeant - RNZAMC - ANZUK Singapore Forces - 1971-1974 Belonged to Sgt. Colin Whyte, Royal New Zealand Army Medical Corps, 1959-1971

Bobby, by Alison Theresa Gibson

Fiction: “Hands clasped at me as I pulled you through the room, and I smiled and greeted and smiled again but I never let go of your hand, do you remember that? I kept you close to me.”

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The Rhythm, by Anu Pohani

Fiction: “I can see your foot, your scuffed cool-kid sneakers, laces undone, next to my seat. You are sitting low in the chair behind me; I can picture you slouching without turning around. ”

Astroturf, Zute8, Wikimedia

Grass, by Emma Purshouse

Fiction: “He’s rolling up a ten foot length of astro turf into what looks like a giant sized spliff of fake grass.”

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Davy Jones by Kapu Lewis

Fiction: “A memory. Me, as a child, grease-and-salt-stuffed air. The verdant slime of the sea-weeded shore.”

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Off Grid by Deirdre Shanahan

Fiction: “Went in for our meat license today. Never been so excited. Two years since I last ate meat and I still hate the substitutes.”

Last Candle - courtesy of Wikimedia

The Last Candle by Lucy Palmer

Creative Non-Fiction: “We bought our last candle on the coldest day of the year. I remember because the weather man warned not to travel that morning, but we went anyway.”

The Cormorant - courtesy of the Sidmouth Museum

The Cormorant by David Lloyd

Short Fiction: “Grief takes different shapes they say. At times my imagination wanders as I lie awake in the early hours. When a tree branch taps my window I believe it’s Stephen out there, waiting to come in so we can lie once again, safe in each other’s arms.”

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Scarlett Sabet

Poem and Interview: Scarlett Sabet

“What is happening in Iran is heart-breaking, and this poem is testament to that, it is also paying homage to my Father and my Persian heritage, of which I’m so proud.”

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Scalpels - wikimedia

I Want To Go Home by Miki Lentin

Fiction: “And as my body lay still, waiting for my heart to be healed, the mist, the lonely shivering feeling of being lost, huddled together, looking for a way out, came to me.”

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Church Valley by Kenn Taylor

Creative Non-fiction: “People have got their corner here, however modest, and they get on with it, despite all that is stacked against them, all that is thrown at them.”

Poetry and Coffee - Craig Smith

Poetry and Coffee by Craig Smith

Whatever we feel as human beings, some poet down the years has distilled that emotion or experience into its elemental form. Poetry is language at its most perfect, the ultimate diviner of the human spirit. If we need solace, poetry will console us. If we need joy, poetry will take our soul and let us fly.