by Rachel Piercey | Oct 2, 2024 | Issue 8 poems
It’s only me and Mama. Some say our family’s small. But when I’m in her great big hug, We don’t feel small at all. * Deborah Holt Williams is the author of five early readers published by the educational company Continental Press. Her writing has appeared in...
by Rachel Piercey | Oct 2, 2024 | Issue 8 poems
I poke my head under the ground, between the tall stalks of garlic and the chubby cauliflowers, feeling like a giant peering into a doll’s house. I find them all cuddled there, safe and sleepy in their earthy cots, under a cosy blanket of warm soil. They remind me of...
by Rachel Piercey | Oct 2, 2024 | Issue 8 poems
A tiny tickle grows. And grows and grows and grows. You hesitate; inhale, inflate and then your nose explodes. * Richard Jodah lives in London, writing and not writing. His poems have appeared in The Caterpillar, The Dirigible Balloon, and The School...
by Rachel Piercey | Oct 2, 2024 | Issue 8 poems
II’m a sun-blazed sphere of ochre delight.I can be sweet or bitter, depends on the weather.I’m great in a jiffy, excel in a jam;my supreme segments glint and whirl likemarmalade tygers in every bite. III was a bit green at first, waxing and waninglike a crescent moon...
by Rachel Piercey | Oct 2, 2024 | Issue 8 poems
* Emily Patterson is the author of So Much Tending Remains, To Bend and Braid, and haiku at 5:38 a.m. Her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best Spiritual Literature and appear in SWWIM, Mom Egg Review, Rust & Moth, CALYX, Sweet Lit, and...
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