Violet doesn’t compliment bloodshot eyes where fire burns I learnt that from the mirror While holding a latte; my holy grail I was cycling The wheels a mere idle spin Every road was the exact same. The same trees mothering…
Episode 17: Burnout
Article Author: Imogen Forrester
Interconnectedness Poem
In Auckland City, my eyes reflect the globe from my brother’s room Or maybe it’s the world map in my geography class We’ve returned from the Swedish clothing megastores empty-handed, ravenous She wants a Poke bowl, she says they remind…
Obsoleteness: A Poem about the Ominous Future of AI
11 pm. Grandma’s house. The faint buzz of her fridge. The buzz used to be comforting A soothing lullaby for sleep But now it makes my ears bleed out memories of blissful silence I could be triumphantly standing on…