Author: Noelle Currie

14th August 2019

O is for Orphan

It seems that the sea is home after all. I labored on the churning brine since boyhood, hauling in the bulging nets, scraping my hands on the antiquated equipment, lulled to sleep by the...

Poem

BY Noelle Currie

7th August 2019

A Lament for Margot

There was not one second, not one tiny sliver of a moment when I didn’t think you were beautiful. You, among the trims of taffeta, the trails of incandescent pearls. You, standing in the...

Poem

BY Noelle Currie

10th July 2019

Glass

The street lights float like orbs, high in the sky. The rain punctures the pavement. A boy walks along a concrete path unaware he is being watched by a girl four stories above or...

Short Story

BY Noelle Currie

25th June 2019

The Lighthouse

I woke with the dawn that morning. The sunlight fell in through the window and it was moments before I realized where I was. The bed was as hard as frozen hay beneath me....

Poem

BY Noelle Currie

3rd April 2019

The Grove

It was like waking from a dream to the reality I should have had, but I was still awake in the smell of pine when I heard the drumming. The flicker of candlelight licked...

Poem

BY Noelle Currie

28th February 2019

Afflicted

Cursed with the need to run, I am a faun in the winter wood Galloping away from the roads Off to nowhere. The blood has drained from my lips To give my tattered heart...

Short Story

BY Noelle Currie

30th January 2019

Dream October 2012

I was a gypsy child last night. My skin tanned by countless days beneath the sun of our forest. Only about 13 or 14. When the soldiers come and separate us, I recall glimpses...

Poem

BY Noelle Currie

9th January 2019

Our Bed

Life Poem I get up to pee at four in the morning. Like most four in the mornings, The apartment is cold and dark. The cat’s claws skitter across the linoleum, chasing something unseen...