We like crocodiles, we like being green. Run online by a group of strange, unhealthy young poets from round the world who are secret supergators at night, The Crocodile likes its poetry fresh and tangy, with a hint of lunacy.
Send us your words, no line limits. We like misfits, vegetarianism, nonsense and saving Patrick Bateman, the ultimate crocodile (no, seriously). We'll take what you got if it's crazy enough for our appetite, and no we don't bite unless you're after our leather. Read up and get writing!
Edited (alphabetically) by:
Ameerah Arjanee, Eleanor Coy, Beth Jellicoe, Joshua Kam, and Namita Krishnamurthy.
Submissions: crocodilemagazine@gmail.com - include a short bio.

Monday 5 September 2011

good morning world / poems by Evie C Ioannidi

Quick note: Welcome to The Crocodile, everyone! Thank you for all your support so far and your excellent advice. If you're interested in submitting, drop us an email - crocodile-magazine@gmail.com, and we will get back to you as soon as possible.
Especial thanks goes to Foyle Young Poets winner Evie Ioannidi. Evie was the first to submit, with three vividly imagined and beautifully phrased poems.
We hope you enjoy reading her work.
- Beth Jellicoe

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Because Backstage Is Much More Fun

You found out
That the meaning of life
Was overrated
And that you’d
Already heard meanings
Far more interesting
Than that.

You were the fairy-tale
Lovechild
Of a rich taste
And a poor resolution
But really
That was your first step
Towards a happy ending.

Yet you wanted
To do something
Spiteful.
So you cleaned the house
Without telling them,
Knowing they
Would do it
All over again.

And it doesn’t really matter
Anymore,
Because you’ve
Moved on since then.
But it gives you something
To talk about.

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'Tis As Easy As Lying

I love your smile
When you're playing
With hatred
And the sound
Of your happiness as it
Torches through the room.
 
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The sound of (s)laughter
The match strikes itself
For an inferno
In the shape
Of a crooked grin
And a vacuous stare
Where our most
Innocent of weapons
Is carefree deceit.

And who can tell,
If the body in the kitchen
Was here all the while
Or if it just
Came along for the ride?

You know, you never saw it coming
When my teeth transformed
Your beating heart.

I said my bark was worse than it,
I never said I didn't have one.

- Evie C Ioannidi

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Bio
"I was born in London but moved to Athens, Greece at the age of eight. Since then, I have developed an interest for theatre, hobbits and, of course, poetry. I was one of the top fifteen winners of the Foyle Young Poets of the Year award in 2010 and that gave me the push I needed to consider writing a real option for myself. Next year, I hope to be studying English literature back in England." - Evie C Ioannidi

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