Under the pale bowl of sky they stand blood-speckled
She throws and glass drops to the ground
under red cascade.
Sunlight spilled me like a lake
and Dawn’s breeze bloomed me awake.
It shook my feet to the floor
and carried my tides
to the door. My dreamscape bled
into hazy day,
and swept against
my shuffling legs:
a stream of seawater
drained my nightmare’s dregs.
I scrambled to steal
last night’s story,
to scribble it down
The New Year smells of / fireworks and fizzled crackers / fogged glass in cars / confetti
of leaves / kicked up / by tiny old flames / our heedless feet / confetti of leaves / frigid office air / white window cracks through silence / your stiff old spine.
Svetlana Sterlin lives in Brisbane, Australia, where she studies a BFA (Creative and Professional Writing) and experiments with writing of various forms and (sometimes blended) genres. Her work appears in Entropy Magazine, Projector Magazine, Santa Fe Writers Project and other magazines, as well as AndAlso Books' anthology Within/Without These Walls published in association with the 2018 Brisbane Open House exhibition.