by Rachel Piercey | Oct 2, 2024 | Issue 8 poems
* Wayne Medford writes both poetry and non-fiction. He writes for both children and adults, focussing on nature and personal memoir. Wayne is a regular spoken word performer in Tyneside. He is a member of Cullerpoets, and North Tyneside Writers’ Circle,...
by Rachel Piercey | Oct 2, 2024 | Issue 8 poems
Oh Eraser! Keeper of my secrets, knower of my mischievous graphite heart. Before I even had a point, you had my back. So maybe I draw a curly-ended mustache on a muskrat, a booger on a boa constrictor, and tiny heiney cheeks… well, everywhere. And maybe that boa...
by Rachel Piercey | Oct 2, 2024 | Issue 8 poems
Just before it fades away to be reborn, brand new, like a perfectly manicured fingernail is the waning crescent moon. It’s out of reach, this little moon that shines like polished stone. But just before it fades, rejoice, as we’ve ten little moons of our own! *...
by Rachel Piercey | Oct 2, 2024 | Issue 8 poems
* Rachel Burrows has loved writing ever since her Three Little Pigs got a gold star in Year 2 – that’s about 45 years ago! She works in a school by day, and writes in the evening. Her work can be found in The Dirigible Balloon and Northern Gravy. Her poem...
by Rachel Piercey | Oct 2, 2024 | Issue 8 poems
When my friend sat down next to me in the cafeteria I saw that she had two dinner rolls on her tray. “I asked Ms. Collette for an extra.” She took one from her tray and handed it to me. “I know you like them. It’s for you.” It was just a small thing but I was so happy...
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