Poem by Natasha Head
Satellites We are satellites Spinning dangerously Throughout this unending universe Simple stardust Caught in mason jars Shaken with poison tonic Toxic elixirs A suicide syringe Injected like homing beacons Magnetic [...]
Two Poems by Natasha Head
Friendless A little girl, Dressed in her finest, Stands alone against the brick wall Children surround her, But none reach out. Her Charlie Brown lunchbox Bangs against her belly As she [...]