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An Ad In The Paper | “Good Shoes Wanted”
Jay Lee-Guard sends out a feverish advert for shoes-that-aren’t-shoes in this poem about want, desire, and desperation.
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Love Poetry (canal & cutis)
Meander Farrow writes about appearance, reaction, and truth in two love poems born from gazing at their partner across her gender transition.
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in every other universe
bram casey writes on his learned refusal to change himself for others, found through falling for someone who had no clue what he wanted.
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Jodie Comer Reads a Love Letter from Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf
This villanelle from Mary Craigg is for everyone. From the people who enjoy reading horny letters between long-dead Modernists, to those left aggrieved by that terrible ending to ‘Killing Eve’.
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tradie girl winter
In this poem, Rebecca Lester gives you an amalgamation of three loves lost—two former partners, and herself. (Disclaimer: she has never been a tradie.)
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carmilla brings us home
Freya Turnbull is totally normal about vampires. ‘carmilla brings us home’ travels through ‘deviant’ desire and sinks its teeth into queer love just in time for Halloween.
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1v1 SNOG
Skyrim, sub bottom thots and Cuba Street metaphorical fireworks blend together in a 1v1 SNOG from poet Devon Webb.
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Janaye Henry’s Crush Season — A Review
It’s just (just) a little crush (crush). As part of the NZ International Comedy Festival, Tate Fountain went along to Janaye Henry’s ‘Crush Season’. Click through to find out if she came out with a crush.
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For what it’s worth
‘For what it’s worth’ is a poem penned in a frantic reflection of the intoxicating and often nauseating sensation of falling in love when you are young.
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Action potential
“I woke up from a very sweet—but also wildly revealing—dream with a gah in my larynx. Dreams, non-lexical utterances and brain analogies seem to be my primary modes of expression/discernment at the moment, especially when it comes to love. I’d rather just kiss them.”
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Icebreaker
Coco seeks to break the ice and find what lies beneath the surface. “I like the raw relief of the skies spit – I don’t like exhaust melting down my spine.”
Tag: love
In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.
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