by Rachel Piercey | Dec 29, 2025 | Issue 10 poems
I have found salty Medusa locks laid to dry. I have found a colony of sea-tempered stones, a mermaid’s purse and a cuttlefish bone. I have found jellyfish big as size twelve boots, battle-weary barnacles, keyhole limpets and stillborn crabs, pale as blackthorn bloom....
by Rachel Piercey | Dec 29, 2025 | Issue 10 poems
In the early morning rain, birds materialise from a blanket of fog like a magician’s trick. Grey shapes fly closer, red, yellow, and blue shimmer, sparkle, burst into the sunlight like tiny fireworks, become bright cardinals, tiny goldfinches, bold blue jays, before...
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