Heart Trouble

If you think you’re gonna strafe me with your highfalutin barbs…Guess again. If you think you’re gonna chafe me so I cannot burn some carbs…Guess again. If you hope to keep me flailing with your herky-jerky moods, So callous, so Kantian — so thick with egocentric foods…Guess again. For what we have, it seems to me, is a

No Blueberries

Burrowed beneathsoft faded sheetstunnellingfrom the morning lightyearning to stayprotected bythe night’s blanketthieving your warmthborrowing your right arm. A bowl of fruit:Chopped apple,banana,peaches,mango,strawberries,raspberries,(no blueberries),as fruit salad should becoaxes me awake.I’m not hungryI don’t want to moveI don’t want to beassaultedby a sunrisebut how can I turn downa bowl of fruitwhen you rememberedno blueberries? An Americano:Four shots

Drops Of Tranquility

There’s a calmness; a tranquilitythat runs through my bloodlike rivers. The water’s warm; it holds no shivers. It holds no ailments or things that cause pain. It flows in wonderment, reeling ina love to gain. The calmness takes my heart and raises ittowards the sky. To rememberthe single feelingof many momentsthat keep you high. The feeling flies…with tranquility.

Living by Numbers

Her reflection presents itselfapologetically, pulsingwith shame.She sees swollensquishy cheeks,bloated thighsand flabswallowing herself.She turns to the side,sucking in the organsslouched behind her skin,wishing them smallerand smaller –to disappear.Her gut’s protrusionsickens her,as she stifles agag at the sight.Disgusting.She slicesthe lettuce’s headinto identical shreds,envisioning hackingthe flaboff of her bodywith each strokeof her knife.One two three four five six

A Sunset

As the sunbegins to slumpbeneath the water line,an amber glow ignitesthe evening sea.An azure oceanengulfs the universeas far as eyes can see,drowning nagging thoughtsin a calm, clear blanket.Dolphin fins pass miles away,but to usit’s no furtherthan a stone’s throwfrom where we float.Surfers tilt and turn and twirlin our eyes’ bordersbutin our moment,we are alone.Timid waves

Today

The morning’s glow blossomspeering through the blindsto nudge you into today,asking youto thrive.The blissful mumblingsof the little dog snuggled with you,falling on to your laprequesting a cuddlebefore the day can begin,infusing your morning with adorationin return for attention.A whiff of coffeelights up the room,lifting your mind from sleepto life.The buds of the plant you keep

Picture This

Picture this.We’re lying downat the beachour backs on the sandour fingers intertwined.You’re complaining about the sandand I’m complaining about your complainingand I flick sand at youand you pretend to be angryfor a minuteish.We’re gigglingand flicking sandand holding handsand understandingthat feeling people talk aboutand the world stopsthe sun steps outgiving us privacy.The moon peeks inthrough the

bloom

when i think of himhis blooming-toothy-smile,our roots of love,and stems of laughter,i wonder how there could ever be such a season as winter. i like to think he’s my greenhouse, providing me with the correct conditions and encouraging me to grow and flower like he does so effortlessly. Some of us need more soil and

Head of Poetry

Hi, I’m Dasha and I’m the Head of Poetry for Wordsmith Library! I am a recent English Literature graduate, so of course I love to read! Usually, I am a sucker for romance novels and short poems. I love being part of such an inclusive publication that allows pure creative freedom. I always expect to

Deputy of Prose

Hi! My name is Ileana and I am the Deputy of Prose at Wordsmith Library. When I’m not editing your pieces, I’m studying for my English degree at Durham University, tutoring GCSE and A-Level students and being a part-time waitress. My clear appreciation for diversity lends into my own self expression – indulging in the