{A Further Space}

new writing from the depths of Waurn Ponds and beyond

Monday, October 07, 2013

In: found poetry

I Can't by Leah Milanovic

Pride Island by Zoe James
Rider in the storm by Stephanie Dragone

It was a dark and stormy night. Jim hunched up against the rear door of the taxi, his sombre face silhouetted in the gloom. The musty odours...
I want by Justine Stella
I Can't by Leah Milanovic
Still Beautiful by Ash Wee Hee
The Villain's Confession by Tyler McPherson

There’re secrets in this life, That I can’t hide. Born a saint, Though with every sin I still want to be holy. But innocence is gone,...
She wasn't going to tell by Justine Stella
I remember by Pete Mawhinney

Chatting with the checkout chick as I unload my basket full of groceries, I mention that I only came in for milk. How many times has she hea...
erasure: his face by Alison Bicknell

First words of excuse – some apparent lack in my dedication (be a lady). Permission to examine a life yet to...
Fears by Ash Wee Hee