Writers

In Poetry

Anonymous
Liz Barrow
Christie
Susanne Dyckman
Will Dyer
Elias
E. Falvey
Wan Wei Hsien
Stewie Kerr
Allie Llall
Jaime Robles
Mike Rose-Steel
SMSteele
Olive Suubi
Thato
Giusy A. Urbano

In Prose

Anonymous
Albert
Alberto
Alfie
Ananda Balani
Birdie
Rosa Brown
Clare
Dan
David
Doreen
Louis Edmanson
Elliot
Ernie
Grant
Hugo
Ilyas
Irene
Isaac
Trevor and Charlotte Ingle
Jack
Jess
Jim
Johnathan
Leah Joyner
June
Leo
Georgina Lewis
Louie
Martha
Reece Maycock
Angus McIntyre
Meghan
Mohamed
Paul
Jane Porter
Rachel
Sam
Sarah
Sebastian
Sharampa
Jessica Thomson
Tim
Tom
Toby
Esther van Raamsdonk
Sneha Rawlani
Zain Reza
Ned Whiles
Fan Wu
Yuan Min
Isabelle Zhen

Letters

Let summer come sooner
Let the flowers remember
the day they left or
disappeared
Into us, into the sea or
off the platform.
The lilacs say “Come home”
as if by some incantation
I’m imagining
They will come home, really,
unbloodied, whole.

– Wan Wei Hsien

•

I have kissed this paper
to warm it through, prolong
its white depth. Later,
I will give it away, flung
into a blind mail sack
seeking its route to you. Fly
little kiss, with string to call you back
like a red kite in a blue sky.

(illegible signature…)

•

Note for Christmas
I’ll leave this letter on your pillow
A surprise for when you’re home for Christmas.
It’s like a big try out.
A strange one. War.
Metal. Mud. Danger.
But, you’re strong and clever
Like your father.
You have his nose and mouth
But  my own eyes looking back at me
When you marched into the drawing room.
Polished buttons and car—
Your old dad choking with pride and
Afternoon tea.
You’re furthering our family’s honour.
And our country’s, of course.

This note will be a gift to you
And you coming home will be the
gift for me.

Love,
your worried old
mum
P.S. I hope you’ve
been wearing the
socks I made you.

– Christie

•

“Oh my beloved comrades, ’til we meet again.
We shall see each other soon, o but the anguish of parting.”