To hasten the clouds that
charge the west in the dark. Light
of the red apple that peels
itself from the caterpillar
and crudely turns crimson.
Where are the babies now?
Are they turning flash west? Coconut
bluebells of African descent are folding into tulips –
a clown of great importance, an eel
in the bath.
She was a north-westerly,
diacritic situation, bringing gingerbread
to the house of Eden,
rubbing rosemary on her thighs.
Orange fever, bring me the children.
Let me feed them
my home, my sanity
in its own right. Great golden houses
with little yellow men. No crowns,
no leftover rivers
or open wound sores.
Sophie Waring: I am twenty-one years old and live in Palmerston North, New Zealand with my fiance. When I was eighteen, I plummeted into a dark and dangerous world. I was in the prime of my life, having just recieved dux of my highschool. I was studying towards a double major at Massey university and finished my first year with straight A's, but I was holding a dark secret. Following self-harm, substance abuse, overdose and a very close suicide attempt, I spent seven weeks in a psychiatric ward. I left hugely medicated and sedated and the next year was quite a battle. However, I feel like just now my life is getting back on track. I felt unable to write (though I had a massive output while unwell) until recently, and although my studies never resumed, I have just started a new position training to become a pharmacy dispensary technician. I am also engaged to my soul mate and feel like I am finally happy. For someone my age, I feel like an old soul. I probably know myself, as well as the ins and outs of life, more than a lot of people. My values have completely changed, but what's important to me now is family, love and happiness.