Monday, 19 September 2016

A poem by Nicholas Antoniak

An Icy Road


As if in the pursuit
of troubled eyes that follow down narrow hallways
you stopped and spoke quite plainly
too plainly, in fact
about the way a car slides out
under thick, December, ice

For we,
who prefer to live beneath shrouds
and behind thick doorways,
would rather think
that the car remained oblivious
to the ice, the road and the spin.






Nicholas Antoniak, is an 18 year old emerging Australian writer. He writes both creative fiction, opinion pieces, poetry and anything else creative. He has been included in the 2015 Lane Cove short story anthology. In July he will commence a bachelor of arts majoring in philosophy and sociology and hopes one day to become an author.

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