H. O’Neill

Learning that time heals everything Time measured By the Defected heartbeats Accompanying every Lonely sunset By all the Broken nights Touched by the cold side of the bed By Changing pressures And evolution By The hairs wrenched searching For all the solutions By the sore bones that shape each gaits hobble By the lethargic minds … Continue reading H. O’Neill

A Mother’s Anxiety

How did I not know? How did I miss the signs? How did I not notice? Was there not a change in her voice? Did she not lose the twinkle in her eye? How could I not see the torment she was suffering inside? Was I so absorbed in my own life? Fooled by her … Continue reading A Mother’s Anxiety

A Particularly Peculiar Puzzle

Best solved out loud in a room with someone else. The greatest moment is that split-second before you get the word right. You sound like an alien learning English from the google translate audio function.   Please feel free to send your answers to earthlingsmagazine@gmail.com, so we can reveal the answers for you. - Rosa … Continue reading A Particularly Peculiar Puzzle

Flora Falls

It’s not everyday you find someone that you can write songs with. I mean, you could write a song with just about anyone if you really wanted to, but the magic of true co-writing is rare, and hard to find. It seems to be reserved for a few special people who, if you’re lucky enough … Continue reading Flora Falls

Helena Nepal

Helena Napal is an emerging artist currently exploring painting and sculpture. Through her work Helena seeks to better understand sexuality and identity as well as to respond to mental health struggles. Her experiences of reproductive health issues and trauma fuel her passion to reclaim her power and autonomy by embracing adversity and creating in the … Continue reading Helena Nepal

Cubicle Man

Base words scrawled in pen on a laminated surface. The toilet stall is the domain of Cubicle Man. In common with his ancestors, Cro-Magnon and Neanderthal, the desperation to visually communicate complex thought through the most direct means available urges him onwards. The stench of stale urine, bleach and the hum of defecation are but … Continue reading Cubicle Man

Saw The Sails Come Down

I wrote and recorded Saw The Sails Come Down over the last 2 weeks at my home in Melbourne after all our Australian and European touring plans were cancelled with the band due to the current global pandemic. I wanted to do something positive, to keep moving so to speak, while being stuck in Australia. … Continue reading Saw The Sails Come Down

H O’Neill

Slowly raising our gaze Heart lowers sharp As we meet A reflection we forgot we knew Dark, off black Bluish lipped Beady red eyes Ill equipped To face its own dark realities Uncertainly We move forward Don’t worry Worried? Worry faster lock the ports ? the borders ? Certainly your door though Inwardly seeking For … Continue reading H O’Neill

Lock-down.

Too much pressure Too much time Too much uncertainty Too much to climb . Too many emotions Not enough space  A clogged up brain With only time to waste  . Deeply stored frustrations New triggers to entice Past projections fog Is it so hard to just be nice? . With so much confusion  Leaving it … Continue reading Lock-down.

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