Frostwriting

Contributions by Samantha Memi

My bike fell in the river

My bike fell in the river. I couldn’t get it out. I could see it in the water, wobbly in the ripples. I shouted, “Help! Help!” and clambered down the bank.

A farmer came over. I said, “My bike fell in the river, I can’t get it out.”

“Oh ah,…

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Issue 12 contents

Poetry