Salomé Issue 1: April

 

Cover art by Dibarah Mahboob

Cover art by Dibarah Mahboob

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A Letter From our Founder / Our Writers & Artists / Thank You

Patina on the Porcelain by Julia Vanderbyl

Patina on the Porcelain by Julia Vanderbyl

'Bartering with Mermaids' by Natasha Suri

When I was eight, I asked the mermaids to make my father well again.

I should have known better. I knew that answered prayers came with a price attached. My grandmother taught me that. Your mother should have been born a boy, Nani told me once... Read more >>

 
Blue by Rowan Willigan

Blue by Rowan Willigan

'Beltane' by Joely Dutton

Dear Miss Everill
I write here a summary of our initial session today for your records and ours.
You were referred for counselling when your seven year old daughter stopped speaking following a traumatic incident... Read more >>

 
Sabine by Julia Vanderbyl

Sabine by Julia Vanderbyl

'The Things That Define Us' by Giselle Whiteaker

“What is this rubbish?” said my father, angrily stabbing his finger towards the frying pan where a trio of wiener schnitzels lay slowly browning.

His girlfriend Jude looked at him with disdain. “Dinner.”... Read more >> 

Noose Around My Flights of Fancy by Dibarah Mahboob

Noose Around My Flights of Fancy by Dibarah Mahboob

'Grasshopper' by Eva Ferry

Imagine a country it would take you a whole night, from sunrise to sunset, to drive through. It is a young country too: even in the dark you can almost see strands of change flickering underneath the soil as it goes from arid crust to meadows to collected pine forest... Read more >>

 

 
Winged by Julia Vanderbyl

Winged by Julia Vanderbyl

'Lost Girl' by Eniola Anuoluwapo Soyemi

As the sound of church bells, she lurks

between cracks, adorning the pins that stop us from standing... Read more >>

 
Peal La Peach by Grace Robson

Peal La Peach by Grace Robson

'Our Lady's Prayer' by Stefanie Elrick

Our Mother, who is in each of us,

Through chapped lips your name is muttered.

In a blizzard of our ignorance... Read more >>

Hopes And Fears by Ellen Jewell

Hopes And Fears by Ellen Jewell

'A Quiet Chaos' by Hannah Murden

I remember the day we found out that she was dying; it was my birthday. We celebrated me coming into the world whilst we began to mourn her leaving it but it was my mother who became a ghost before me... Read more >>

 

'Rapunzel and the Moths' by Alice Graves

The moths, they fluff against the glass. Soundless, they come.

Rapunzel welcomes them from their dark into hers, glad

Borrowed bodies, unreturned... Read more >>

Enough by Dibarah Mahboob

Enough by Dibarah Mahboob

'Busted Buttons' by B. Graham

The sundress is a promise of nothing underneath

I know it drives you lot mad

We left its buttons on a bed in a house not ours... Read more >>

 
Renascence by Dibarah Mahboob

Renascence by Dibarah Mahboob

'Wrung' by Hannah-Fleur Fitz-Rankin

The morning sky is smoked like bacon from the fires.

Nikolas stands on the porch with his first instant coffee of the day and scratches a mosquito bite on the back of one foot with the toes of the other. His nails are long and sharp. He scratches until he draws blood... Read more >>

 

'The Body' by Tamara von Werthern

The yellow quilted bedspread lay crumpled on the floor. There was blood and some hair, ripped out at the root... Read more >>

 
Colour of the Fire by Julia Vanderbyl

Colour of the Fire by Julia Vanderbyl

'She Takes Her Tea Black' by Elizabeth Lovatt

Kay stands over the sink, the water as hot as she can bear it and runs the scouring pad around the mug, barely scratching the surface of the stains. They are darker at the bottom, almost black, turning light brown towards the top, stopping at a tide mark made in tannin... Read more >> 

All The World's A Stage by Dibarah Mahboob

All The World's A Stage by Dibarah Mahboob

'Veronica' by Agata Weronika

My name is Veronica. Like every daughter, I was diligently instructed to smile, to maintain a demure and meek disposition at all times. To wipe my man's face and serve to comfort him. To never lift my head or ask questions... Read more >>