top of page
Search

Through The Window

By Penny Gurner


I showed my brother a view of back-streets

The inner-city harbour of modest backyards

He said, “I couldn’t live here,”

But I thought it beautiful,

         A sea of little things

                 Falling into, and against each other

                          Safe from front, or farce.


By Penny Gurner


Recent Posts

See All
How the Moon Loves the Sun

By Lahari Dharmala the sun, who makes the moon shine brightly when it can't yet it's so hard for them to meet, rare to shine together but people are fascinated by it when they do, the moon gets buried

 
 
 
Existence

By Avery Jorgensen Everything relies on the Xylem and phloem of life It is what brings us the unknowns of the future, and what Sends away the joys and pains of the past Tomorrow, and the next day, we

 
 
 
Favours I Shouldn't Have To Do

By Avery Jorgensen Sitting in a cafe on our long drive back into town They ask “can you scrape off my nail polish before I get home?” Wincing at the pain, as the acrylic barely chips To avoid a pain t

 
 
 

1 Comment

Rated 0 out of 5 stars.
No ratings yet
Add a rating
Heather Gurner
Heather Gurner
12 hours ago
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

So interesting

Like
bottom of page