An update from your Editor
Dear readers and writers of wwtg,
wherever you are in the world, grab your drink of choice and join in. Kick up your feet and unwind into your place of comfort. Chuck on your mellow tunes and let yourself drift with it. Take that thirty minutes you’ve dreamed of all…
Flash Fiction
It’s our night, just you and me. We’re seated comfortably, watching the flicker of the candle in the middle of the, not so stable, table. The french doors are opened wide tonight, allowing our faces to feel the gentle sea breeze.
An acoustic guitarist is playing a soft, romantic, tune…
A Poem
An unexpected surprise
of oceans under eyelids,
of smiles so naturally wide
I have to pause to
b r e a t h e between
the moments that feel like
years in the making.
Organically we synchronise,
savouring the magic pressed
between each touch of
lips gliding tongues to lips,
the…
In Contemplation
Sometimes, these words they rest on the tongues tip, buried deep in the abyss of everything I wanted to say, but didn't.
Everything I wanted to dream without providing myself the allowance of believing it was possible. The glimmer of hope and the alignment of internal stars.
The mapping of…
A Poem Inspired by Jeff Buckley
Soft and heavy, middle sweet
finer moments within the beat
toes will wriggle heads will bind
I’ll keep sipping on this lilac wine
Brightness sweeps honeyed eyes
unleashed hips tingling thighs
notes are heavy sight is blind
I’ll dance it out with lilac wine
Splendor rises through the vein
tears escape…
Updated as of July 2021
General Submissions Now Open.
Welcome to Where Wild Things Grow. This publication follows the theme of wild. Think nature and our connection to it, the safety of a tree, or the sound of crashing waves. Think authentic growth (not listicles or self-help articles, sorry). Here, I prefer work that expresses the real you, the…
A Poem
“To live a creative life we must lose our fear of being wrong.” — Joseph Chilton Pearce.
Peer into me,
hold your gaze upon
the fringes of our edges,
c r o s s the barriers, be free,
hands to head, hip to hip,
eyes to screen and hands to pen.
Let us b l e n d our creativity,
from mountains to fingertips,
relationships and beyond,
tap, tap, t a…
Poetry
Sinking, please just
s u s p e n d me
I’m screaming into the mist
no f o o t i n g beneath me to
see ahead of myself.
T o r n pages surround me
my story is in all its
c
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u…
Let me be real with you
I’m going to be real with you,
this life can be challenging,
it can be grueling at times.
There will be days, when
you need to f i g h t for your rights.
There will be days, when
the war w i t h i n will be raging,
where an event s h…
A beautiful passage, wonderfully penned.
