by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
A snowman’s breath on a summer’s day Bark of a dog with nothing to say Rustle of leaves in a winter tree A daisy chain to set you free Counted chickens before they hatch A candle lit with a blown-out match Drips from a dried-up wishing well A midnight chime from a...
by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
(an apology poem after William Carlos Williams) I have slurped all the magic potion that I found in the cupboard and which you were probably saving for a special someday Forgive me it tasted of tangerines and tinges of mischief and now I can fly * Sarah Meade...
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