by Rachel Piercey | May 22, 2026 | Issue 11 poems
A triolet * Beware the swirly puddle ice luring you into its frosty art whirled into wintered paradise. Beware the swirly puddle ice its crystalled patterns so precise yet tempting boots to stomp its heart. Beware the swirly puddle ice luring you into its frosty art....
by Rachel Piercey | May 22, 2026 | Issue 11 poems
A hippopotamus from top to bottom is easy on the eye… but only to other hippopotami. To build a beast like a wildebeest use the highest quality manes and horns. If you do, your wildebeest will be as good as gnu. The owl wears a scowl without reason...
by Rachel Piercey | May 22, 2026 | Issue 11 poems
RUSSEL B. HARRICUS Bearicus scaricus, Russel B. Harricus, Closely examining Footprints and hair, Guided by knowledge of Cryptozoology, Shares his conjecture that Bigfoot was there. ICE CREAM MAN ATTICUS Sitticus satticus, Ice Cream Man Atticus, Fastest at...
by Rachel Piercey | May 22, 2026 | Issue 11 poems
light falls from the trees winter dusk * Usha Kishore is an Indian born British poet and translator, resident on the Isle of Man. Usha is an internationally published poet and is the author of three collections of poetry; the latest, Immigrant, was published by...
by Rachel Piercey | May 22, 2026 | Issue 11 poems
Terza rima * My street is a football pitch. I score with such a whack the team all cheer my kick! My street is a cycle track. We do five laps then chase to be the first one back. My street is a story place. We sail with Pirate Bad then rocket launch to space. My...
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