Adelaide Literary Magazine

I find us in Vol 314, Issue 4 of Scientific American Two precision experiments disagree on how long neutrons live before decaying so maybethat explains the discrepancy between views on continuing our relationship;my experiment found...

Theseus’ Protégé Lost in a maze, I search for cottonfibers leading me to the entranceof an abyss portending danger,dead ends & dissembling minitourswho snip yarn balls, block myprogression, muddle clear perception,shade glimmers of light &...

PortugueseÁfrica, A Minha casa em Luanda, Angola Quando eu era criança, a casa onde nasci existia muitos anos antes.Entrando da parte de trás, onde se localizava a cozinha com pintura e um verde pálido,O forno...

Sleepy Whale 214 How many broken hearts ourBroken in the shade of the nightToo weak to gasp courting deathNow his toes to the daisiesPitch silent dark night of deathWhen you are dead you are deadThen...

Letters to the Editor Should be dead on arrival.Should not reach the light of day.Should not be thought upIn the minds of the peopleWho intend to write them. We can put a stop that. We can...

Best Friend Fey-eyed, nightgown-clad,Her hair well tousled;In her hands a bear or doll,The silhouette did not reveal. She was my best friend,Her ears where secrets were whispered. Her dreams, I learned;Her love, I treasured.It nectared bitter days,And...

Future Perfect I walked the old street last night,finding your front stepsnow claimed by other lovers and saw them in shadow light,knowing that such timesare youthful, frantic moments when the future lies distantand reminiscenceis a comfort still...

The seven fifteen alarm function of my smartphone had only time for a few bars of its xylophonic chime before I put it through the first session of its daily routine; three snoozes, at...

When I think of disappearing, I think of 2012. The year Frank Ocean’s Channel Orange came out. Everyone was blasting it through headphones everywhere. When I think of that year and of Frank, I...

There are birds in the trees, can you hear them? The little black birds; they sit right outside the window of my apartment. They keep me company when I feel alone, which is not...