It's funny how home has become a dirty word, isn't it? The phrases 'go back home' and 'go back to where you came from' are thrown around mercilessly these days. They've become the catchphrases of racists and xenophobes all over the world. Immigrants and people of colour in Western countries are met with these words... Continue Reading →
“Island Home” by Patricia Walsh
Living in a world of our own Excited to belong on a long walk south You and I versus the world together Priceless uniform unity spreads wings Travelling on spec to rebellious territory. A multicoloured burnt offering rises above The slack-assed happiness of a satisfied homestead Voicing travel brochures to whoever’ll listen Attenuating our names... Continue Reading →
“Tectonic” by Alicia Bryne Keane
I sleep at the furthest corner of the house I wake to the click of footsteps outside And cold air fogging my phone screen I dream alternative pasts for myself A holiday to a cottage somewhere; A smattering of faceless friends, and Fights that never happened. I wake up mid sentence I wake up crying... Continue Reading →
“The Last Tingling” by Alexia
Red eyes. Small tears rolling across the face, small whispers. Whispering so subtle you could mistake it for wind. So subtle you could mistake it for the leaves ruffling on their branches. Stars blazing in the sky. The grass is recently cut, leaving the almost bittersweet smell in the air, and prickling feelings on the... Continue Reading →
“Crisp Fingers” by Kimberly Sithebe
There are not enough love letters to my mother I wasted them all on Oya Who lay under me and forgot herself As the lord of her brothers Who would have sang a song Had she written one We became lovers in this way Sudden secrets to even ourselves So I am here Because I... Continue Reading →
the most important part of the ritual of instagram selfie taking is cleaning the dust off the bedroom mirror. it has gotten clouded with a thin film of dirt since its last use like it always does. grab a discarded towel and rub the glass, to make sure it shines bright and clear like the... Continue Reading →
Call for Submissions – Issue 1
The theme for Vast Sky's first issue is 'home'. What does home mean to you? Is it a person, place or thing? Is it something you already have or something you're still looking for? Is it real? Is it somewhere you belong? Do you even belong? Tell us about it* in a poem, essay, short... Continue Reading →
