Summer // Winter

A collection of poems to start off our weekly literary updates. Enjoy! 


It smells of pine

needles threading

me back,

  in and out of

summer,      heat

cooking the dirt, flowers

supreme into the perfect compliment

to the crisp dance

through waters sprinkles-

sweetly whispering

forbidden secrets of surrender

to the temptations uncloaked

by the white face

of summer’s              anticipated


- E


"What are you doing?" 

A brief defence

We donned a stogey  

littered with grass. 

And I thought I loved you

But I love everyone

Which means I love

No one. 

And all these things  

will kill me. 

I will end my life with love . 

Its all I think I know. 

All I want. 

- S

Steven Jones