In this invocative, personal piece of creative non-fiction, Mark Kennedy explores his past unapologetically and reveals a layer of introspection both fresh, relatable, and saturated with tangible characterisation. A quiet moment plucked out of time and memory; recollected and presented tenderly.

With a significantly longer timeline on this earth as a 72-year-old and as the Serein Lark Review's first creative non-fiction writer, Mark Kennedy stands out in several ways from the rest of our contributing writers. His creative piece 'From Millstone to Milestone' is short yet tangible, and might be exactly the words you already needed.

You might have noticed a new page on the website. What is it? Why is it so bright and yellow? Argh, it hurts my eyes! Dear readers, I believe we are all in need of the Yellow. More so, we need what it symbolises. The sun, joy, vitality, warmth - and hope.

Raphaella’s Thoughts It doesn’t matter how many times I smooth the tablecloth, it’s always ruined. Mother can’t stop herself from moving something on it. Lifting up the crystal ball and putting it back down, creasing, crumpling, every time.

Raquel Saldana dreaded the question “How are you?” more than any other phrase in common use. Whenever someone said it, it implied they couldn’t care less about how she actually felt. And she was uniquely sensitive to indifference. But that’s the way the world worked; people didn’t have time to give a damn about feelings other than their own.

17th July 1889 Adeline, I did not think I would be writing this letter, but the rumours have quieted, and there is much to be done here. In the years you have been gone, I have watched London fall at the feet of heretics. They sing their praises of a Golden Dawn, spreading lies and deceit, boasting of alchemy and magic. And with their song, their ranks are growing.

Her eyes flutter open, drinking in the exposed ceiling beams. A plush pillow rests behind her head, and a silk sheet envelops her body. ‘The guest room? Why am I…?’

‘The Light of Dawn’ is the opening of a longer piece about a young woman in the late 1800s, Adeline, who is asked to become a spy in the ranks of a ‘magical’ order known as the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, a not-so-secret society (if only because Adeline’s father knows of its existence and wants it to be destroyed). The whole situation will come with its own risks, of course, but Adeline’s real problem is Florence Farr, a clever and strong-willed Order member.

A date has been chosen for the release of the Serein Lark's first-ever issue! If you're the forgetful type, no worries, because a newsletter may or may not be in the works! The first-ever issue of the Serein Lark Review will also be the last... No, we're not shutting down!

The Serein Lark Review has required its third contributing writer! Ramona Gore enters the scene with 'Whitewashed Tomb', an enchanting new fantasy short story filled with mesmerizing metaphors and a way with words that feels much like a twinkling starry night sky.

I am an independent filmmaker and poet striving to foster empathy through art. Originally from the Chicago suburbs, I have resided in Los Angeles for the past six years, where I have directed 50+ silent short films shot on iPhone, facilitated creative writing workshops at rehabs and shelters, and written personalized poems for strangers every Sunday outside a bookstore.

The Serein Lark Review has picked its first contributing writer. Lewis Leverett's short story 'To See the Minotaur' is to be featured in our upcoming August online issue, the very first in the history of this literary magazine.

As the Serein Lark Review finds rest after its grand website debut, it is time to reveal who exactly created this whimsical collection of breath-like tales. That is right! We are getting vulnerable and transparent today.

It was on a rainy evening, just past a glowing sunset, that this peculiar magazine-lark was born. Today, the Serein Lark launches from its secret meadow nest, after months of growing big, officially free to spread its wings across the quiet, blue sky for good. Does that sound like a nice ending to you? In fact, it is only the beginning!