by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
f you meet a wtch and she demands your eyes, don’t ask her to specfy – she named her prce and got a surprse. * Corey Richards is a writer and designer living in Northamptonshire. He reads a lot of books, has a soft spot for funny-sounding words and enjoys...
by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
It’s only zombies stumbling up the lane And they all want to eat your brain It’s only cobwebs stuck in your hair Disturbing the spiders crawling in there It’s only a boa constrictor that squeezes Every huggable thing it pleases It’s only aliens with long laser swords...
by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
When it’s dark over Albert’s mother’s it means the weather’s escaped because Albert’s mother is the Weather-Keeper. She takes the rainclouds for their daily walk. She brushes the shiny coat of the waking sun. She cleans the thunder’s teeth with dentastix made from the...
by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
girl knights under a dazzling spell ride winged ponies into the purple night tender hearts wild and wise race the endless sky whispering to the wind slaying storms like warriors chasing dreams with courage sisters dancing in starlight until sunrise * Leela Deo...
by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
I used to wear white fairy wings and wish for many things. I wished school would close early so I could play in the fields. When the first heatwave hit, we went home early three days in a row. My friends climbed into air-conditioned cars and I began to wish instead...
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