by Jas Saunders
Sometimes when I’m anxious I’ll write poems on the plateaus of my palms, blue waves of ink flowing within their gradients and ridges When I want to hide those feelings from the rest of the world like a hermit crab tucked inside itself, I’ll share an empty fist, displaying new and delicate fingernails like bleached white seashells washed ashore learning to grow in real time with the rest of me. Published in UWA’s Pelican and Peafowl magazines, as well as Perth’s youth magazine Pulch, Jas Saunders is an Honours (Creative Writing) student at UWA, with an undergrad in English Lit and Public Health. Her writing focuses on liminal spaces, nostalgia, or memory, with representation her younger self would have desired.
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Jackson
23/4/2022 06:37:16 am
This is such a cute poem i adore it 🥺😭
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Theatin
3/10/2022 04:40:39 pm
I really loved this poem, I could visualise the writing on the palm as I read and it was such a unique way to express a moment of reflection and growth. Very beautiful :)
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