by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
The evil magician’s breakfast table is laid with eggs and toast and mwah-hah-hah-hah- malade. * Bill Jones is a writer and illustrator who lives in Gloucestershire, UK, with a small dog and an interest in magic. He is the author of an illustrated novel of puns...
by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
I found a pocket of time in an old jacket of mine. I wondered what would happen if I put something inside? So I put in a plum and it turned to a prune. I put in May and it turned into June. I put in a cub that turned to a bear. I put in a seed that turned to a pear. I...
by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
Ulysses Spangle escapes from a box Every night On a stage down in Devon He settles inside it at six fifty-eight Wrapped in chains And breaks out around seven * Ian Brownlie lives with his family in Marlow, Bucks (UK). He has been longlisted for the...
by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
“Three ovals and three lines,” I’m told. But my squiggles won’t settle, they won’t agree. Wayward and wild, horns flap; ears sprout willy-nilly and floating away from gravity. Eyes end up kind of distant, maybe just too kind. My goat’s legs won’t behave like normal...
by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
* Christine Eales is a poet who loves writing haiku. Some of them have been published in haiku journals and anthologies and also in Ink Sweat and Tears. Luckily other poems pop into her head. Most of them are for children which is not surprising as she enjoys...
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