by Rachel Piercey | Dec 29, 2025 | Issue 10 poems
Nobody expects an axolotl You’re swimming along, then suddenly, oh! It pops like a genie from a bottle But in the wild there are not a lotl Unless you are in Lake Xochimilco* Nobody expects an axolotl Looks cute but it’s a tiny cannibl All colours and shades, to...
by Rachel Piercey | Dec 29, 2025 | Issue 10 poems
When Mum first brought her home from the hospital, I asked if they did returns You know, like when you get a refund within 30 days No questions asked But Mum laughed and said it was just a shock A bit of a surprise I’d grow to love her That first night she wailed like...
by Rachel Piercey | Dec 29, 2025 | Issue 10 poems
Mom can never be surprised. She is immune. She is always prepared. She always knows when anyone gifts her anything. “That is a dry fruit box inside. That is a sweet box.” “That is a sari. That is a diary for the New Year.” “That is a book. This is a clock. This will...
by Rachel Piercey | Dec 29, 2025 | Issue 10 poems
If you let that cat out of the bag, it’ll take everyone by surprise! Like a bolt out of the blue or a bombshell dropped! It’ll knock their socks off, make them jump out of their skin, stop them dead in their tracks, have them on the edge of their seats. With eyes like...
by Rachel Piercey | Dec 29, 2025 | Issue 10 poems
Last week, my brother was out on our street, holding a treat he was planning to eat: a lip-smacking, cream-bursting chocolate éclair which, despite all my pleas, he had no plans to share. He opened his mouth, he was all set to chomp, when who should arrive in a...
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