by Hisholore
My life’s becoming a looping eclipse
Cold, humid, and frozen at its temples
Faltering away from the noise
Quiet, silent, lifeless, and dull
However, it’s become quite morbid recently
Echoing, loud, and beating with angst
Tag: joy
The Amazine is celebrating its second anniversary!
And I’m quite amazed how it has been steadily growing, ever since its humble launch, into such an incredible community of those embarking on the quest of joy and wonder & embracing the bittersweetness of our lives. I still think that, maybe, what this really comes down to is deciding over and over again to challenge the indifference and apathy of a certain world – and our own. With every question, thought, word, story, scene, sound, or anything else we cherish and create. So, yes – despite all the grief – our wonder is still very much alive and kicking.
I’m grateful beyond words to every single one who decided to join and support this community in any way, even just briefly. But a very special mention goes to my current team members and wonderful poets: thank you, my dear co-editor Mia, for all the hard and brilliant work in the last year, and a warm welcome to Amanda, our new (proof)reader!
Sending you all lots of love,
Iva
Submissions Open
Submissions to our webzine are officially reopened!
We invite you to send us your contribution to wonder in the form of writing or visual art or basically anything up until December 2 2024.
Find the guidelines here.
In need of more inspiration? Check out our past prompts below:
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Cupid’s Roundelay
by Sameen Shakya
The God of love grew sick of searching,
For his muse, sad to be lurking,
While his subjects got to loving,
He sat sordid, overthinking –
Curse the powers that be for linking,
His job with what he was missing
2 poems
A Home With No Eggshells
by Alma Ariaz
Your mother doodles
when she talks on the phone.
(You call it doodling, she calls it
scribbling. Both acts serve the same
purpose, but you sense the subtext
behind the distinction.
It isn’t quite clear.
It could not be clearer.)
Concrescence
by Mike Towey
This is a fumbling towards chaos
No whimpering in dark memories
Read More »His Mother Used to Isolate Him in Her Coldness
by Huina Zheng
Like a frost creeping through the early morning, her indifference enveloped him, a chill more pervasive than the winter wind. While he never ignored his own child, his mother had often enveloped him in a suffocating neglect. This disregard swirled around their home, leaving an icy sheen over his heart.
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