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• roadkill
  by Yasemin Sumner

  I wonder how many people are driving nowhere in a stolen car.

  I’ve got this obsession – along with many others – with the road. I don’t have a car but I love to drive. I’m writing a few characters, trying out some scenes for something bigger, like a series of shorts/ vignettes that all slightly interweave by telling their part of the story…

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  tales of the earth II
  by Jessica Tremp

  US$3.56–US$95.00

  Yasemin worked her magic with fairy flossed hair and styling on our little nymph.

• striptease
  by Yasemin Sumner

  Just like trick or treat.

  happy halloween

• tickle me aubergine
  by Yasemin Sumner

  I could teach him to sniff for truffles.

  we love to daydream

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  Hearts At War - The Confrontation
  by Paul Louis Villani

  US$4.31–US$114.91

  Featuring…. / / Model and creator of the Character “Lola” and theme Hearts at War – Jessica Tremp / The Mentor – Modelled by Adrian Carmody / The White Rabbit – Yasemin Sumner / The Book Keeper – Lucky Vegetable / The Obstacle – Michael Alesich / / Australiana / Calendars / Hearts At War / Vehicular works / Architecture / B&W Photography / Transitional Industrial Utopian Series / Abstract / Beautiful Humans / / / / / / / . / You can also listen to PLV’s music / / / / / / / /

• six single seeds
  by Yasemin Sumner

  I wasn’t stolen. / You should know that right now.

  for persephone and my sister

• words like that
  by Yasemin Sumner

  she knows its not right to yearn and so she waits and waits for him to notice something about her but he only thing he notices is others …

• something someone needed
  by Yasemin Sumner

  He just always seemed to have it.

• ladies, gentlemen and wolves
  by Yasemin Sumner

  Please raise your teacups.

  A sequel and a dedication.

• big girl
  by Yasemin Sumner

  That night I dreamed I was T-Rex.

• the final silence
  by Yasemin Sumner

  She knew it was coming. She knew it would be bad like this.

• peach
  by Yasemin Sumner

  Come on, Peach. I bet it’s lonely up there.

• pandora
  by Yasemin Sumner

  There was no way to tell how it began. / Who unravelled first. / Who unzipped who.

• the sandpit
  by Yasemin Sumner

  she was pretty little bumble bee / she was a tonka truck in the sand

• the perfect fit
  by Yasemin Sumner

  My armour it used to be shiny.

• siren song
  by Yasemin Sumner

  I lay on a rock / I learned to breathe air / And it tasted salty too

  This one was inspired by the sublimely talented Jessica Tremp and her haunting image Under Your Sea.

• merry go swamp
  by Yasemin Sumner

  mossy lips twitch

• all over my shoulders
  by Yasemin Sumner

  I smile and nod, and don’t start the thousand words I want to say.

• lost things - an exercise
  by Yasemin Sumner

  milk / bread / zucchinis / elvis

  Take Two. / Sorry if I’m bothering you all with this piece but after getting some very lovely helpful feedback from my new best friends, it helped me look at this story with fresh eyes and re-write it hopefully for the last time. Here is the first draft, apart from some minor quirks here and there, the main thing I’ve changed the perspective and tense which beefed up the word count but hopefully not in a bad way. I seem to do this sort of thing a lot when finding a way to tell a story, especially one that is giving me grief and I am trying to find the right way to tell it or scrap it. This one would not leave me alone, but the good news is that this one feels quite right. Thank you for reading and helping out with this. / This place makes me smile a lot. x

• a hole in the garden
  by Yasemin Sumner

  I found the hole by accident.

• the beat of his beast
  by Yasemin Sumner

  I know his secret

  At the Tote again…

• phobia
  by Yasemin Sumner

  My saliva dries right up.

• marrow
  by Yasemin Sumner

  This evacuation of the bones.

• awake with you, asleep with wolves
  by Yasemin Sumner

  you look a sight / like you’ve been up all night / like you were raised by wolves