By Melanie Ehler Collopy

Imagine an earth

where everything you see,

from discernment’s birth,

is a symbol. Mama, Dadaist. 

A is for apple, 

but it’s more than it seems.

Apple might mean poison 

grown for vain, maternal schemes.

Or . . . it might mean knowledge,

Eden forsaken by forked tongue 

and a rogue hunger.

It may be a gleaming 

love heart, or an anatomical heart, 

crisp and beating beneath 

the flesh. Its seeds could hold

vernal promise in manifold;

swap fodder for a soul; 

or six-month holiday 

in Hades’s underground disco.

This is the world

that surrounds me,

where every solid 

piece of matter 

becomes mind-shattered

into a bewilderment

of possibility. 

When I pause too long 

on the footpath, 

it may be that 

Im seeking the lark 

whose sweet birdsong

trills about dawn 

breaching the dark,

or it may be that 

a car is now driving 

down the road and how 

can I know, truly know, 

it wont suddenly 

swerve into me. 

I can feel the impact

at night, my body shaken

and breath taken by dreams. 

Youve seen the news:

it all seems so grim. 

I believe in God, of course,

but how can I trust him?






More Writing Submissions

a disembodied with a tatto of a moon on its back floats amonsgt purple flames against a black sky.


By Andrew Ballard

Devoted to You

By Ineke Hill
a teal blue scribble in the shape of a thought bubble floats in the page, linked to the word “mindshare” below it in cursive. Under this text reads “creative writing awards 2022 honourable mention”. At the bottom of the image are logos from the Mental Health Coalition South Australia, Mental Health Month, mindshare, Writers SA, and Access2Arts

The Promised Land

By Georgia Lawrie

The Unseen Chaos in My Mind

By Mikayla Bohmer