• New Writers

    New Writers & The Land of Maybe

    The Archipelago   Endless horizon of blue-grey sky and sea. Freckled with spots of green and brown. The wanderer sees all with a pair of black beady eyes. Looking for a place to stay. At last, a refuge! He perched on top of an iron cross, wings wrapping him from the blowing winds. As the sun fell, darkness took over the sky, with dots of pale white forming arbitrary patterns – by Alen Tanoyo     Church Scattered clouds in lines of laced Not a single open face Blackened church of green white steeple Not a view of living people Rusted roof brown and slate Not a friend, a pal, a mate…

  • Young Writer

    To the Rabbits – A Letter

        To the Rabbits, How can we live with you drawing the life from this wretched land? You have taken our food and our children so forcefully, you have built machines to destroy all that we love and you have waged countless wars against our people and won. Ever since the first time we saw the columns of smoke coming from your cursed inventions, we knew that you would bring utter destruction. Ever since we first saw the masts of your ships, we knew that you would become the dictators. And ever since the first time we saw your guns, we knew you would start this war that has…