Tag: The Tertangala Prose and Poetry Contest

  • Seven Strands – Candace Zalloua

    Seven Strands – Candace Zalloua

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    The first string was violet, as many were. A co-worker I rarely spoke to, apart from telling her coffee orders. I refused to be excited because I refused to be brave. Then one day, she knocked three coffees off the machine that she was in the middle of making. Hot coffee poured onto her hands,…

  • Can one Coco Pop make chocolate milk?

    Can one Coco Pop make chocolate milk?

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    I sit in the empty public bus, my brightness up, my ears submerged in Michael Jackson while delving into an array of Buzzfeed quizzes such as, “What Disney Princess Are You?” (Cinderella) or “Do you remember the entire Twilight series?” (I do). A rich concoction of tunes remains in the queue, a playlist composed of…

  • The Season of My Hibernation and Rebirth – Mya Hicks

    The Season of My Hibernation and Rebirth – Mya Hicks

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     My transformation began with a single wiry hair—long, grey, jagged at the end—sprouting from under my chin where the flesh is doughiest. I’d always uprooted these rogue hairs as soon as they reared their monstrous heads (as a girl I was taught to be meticulous when it came to my appearance) but on this day…

  • All the world’s lights went out an hour ago – Renee Farrugia

    All the world’s lights went out an hour ago – Renee Farrugia

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    The sky will be here soon.  Parts of it have arrived early, embracing the outer neighbourhoods,  Where the lawns were quilted in cockatoos.  There’s nothing left there anymore.    The clouds got here first, though.  A few months ago.  Stuffy, hot things,  Swimming when I walk.    Mountains have curled up and hidden,  Whimpering beneath…

  • Cafe – Mark Russell

    Cafe – Mark Russell

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    Afternoon.   It is almost the close of the quiet café– The boy waiting waits for the ticking of time. But the hope that he had for a smidgin of time To himself after work is destroyed– It’s splattered and spluttered Like smashed avocado on Tables And honey on hands. As the time ticks to…

  • [ ] – David Allen

    [ ] – David Allen

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  • Cameron Ling – Sarcasus Sarcmus Behishd – TTPAPC 2022 Prose

    Cameron Ling – Sarcasus Sarcmus Behishd – TTPAPC 2022 Prose

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             The first time I visited Sarcasm the guy at the gate checking ID cards told me I wasn’t weak enough to be seeking refuge.                                                       …

  • David Allen – My Council – TTPAPC 2022 Poetry

    David Allen – My Council – TTPAPC 2022 Poetry

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    The love of blue and redness, No green nor minor greys. Of ordered seats and houses Is in your veins ablaze, Strong love of clear division And policy resolute I know but cannot share it, My love is for dispute   I love a hung parliament, A land of sweeping range, Of ragged politicians, Debate…

  • Abby Dickerson – A Poem for Ava – TTPAPC 2022 Poetry

    Abby Dickerson – A Poem for Ava – TTPAPC 2022 Poetry

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    From the moment our eyes first met, Until your last dying breath, Never could I have foretold, What warmth you brought from the cold.   It was only upon finding you, Could I discover a part of me, And with the light, you shined through, I found the courage I was blind to see.  …