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Samarth Agarwal

by | Aug 30, 2026 | ,

 

 

 

Object M16- The Pillars of Creation

He who created all things, and bears up the pillars of creation, hath now become so weak, that He must be carried by a woman! – Charles Spurgeon

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Here — in the absolute zero of space — fireworks!
Look how the crucibles of creation, 
those million coloured fingers that stretch light years — 
force fusion, squeeze hydrogen, become 
furnaces of light birthing suns.
Yes, they birth suns — which means they are dying.
With each new star the pillars suffer:
erosion, cremation, photoevaporation.
All creation has a sacrifice.
All creation has a birth.

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All creation has a Mother.

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Why am I remembering now the star-empty nights?
When — having crossed the event horizon of my mind,
I would run to you. 
You would take me close, lie down by my bedside, 
like stars strewn across midnight’s floor, 
lit only by the mosquito light’s red dwarf glow.
I would wake the next day, your only trace
the gentle warmth in my hands, 
slowly cooling into the universe.
 

Samarth is a poet currently living in London,UK. He spends his time participating in writing workshops, volunteering at local charity shops and attending to his cat. His work has been featured or is forthcoming in Cerasus, The Poetry Habitat, Nova Literary Art’s Mag and Bacopa Lit Review amongst others.

Jenny Scoones

by | Aug 29, 2026 | ,

We unlearn how it felt to touch
And resume our separate days in shirts and trousers,
Like hazmats against the sun and its longing,
The moon with its underbelly pulls.
 

Janet Hatherley

by | Aug 25, 2026 | ,

      In my cookery exam, we have to prepare a family meal This is summer and Mum can’t put out her trot line with its hooks because of swimmers so I buy three mackerel from the fishmonger. I cycle to the school bus stop one arm on the handlebar,...