by Rachel Piercey | May 17, 2024 | Issue 7 poems
I’d like to think the wolf came out of nowhere, but the truth is he had shown his face, shown his teeth, left his intruder footsteps in the hallway of our lives. We were unfamiliar with wolves so we missed the signs – a murky memory, names that erased themselves,...
by Rachel Piercey | May 17, 2024 | Issue 7 poems
There is a menu on the wall like none you’ve ever seen before. To read it, you’ll need a hard hat and a stomach for the dark. Long ago they came with flame, burning the shadows to hide where they knew for a brief time they would be safe from the hunting party and the...
by Rachel Piercey | Dec 15, 2023 | Issue 6 poems
after Still Life of Oranges and Lemons with Blue Gloves (1889) by Vincent van Gogh * It takes two blue gloves plus one wicker basket to hold nine just-plucked suns. * Irene Latham is a grateful creator of many novels, poetry collections, and picture...
by Rachel Piercey | Dec 15, 2023 | Issue 6 poems
If you want to build a bridge, design a road, improve a fridge; if you require a dam or weir, consult an engineer. Engineers experiment, imagine, sketch, design, invent. They build and test. And if they fail, they look again at each detail to find where they must make...
by Rachel Piercey | Dec 15, 2023 | Issue 6 poems
Einstein phoned the other day. Wanted to speak quite urgently with my dog, Derek: said that Derek’s theory of ‘quantum stiles’ was interesting but lacked empirical evidence and wasn’t supported by the mathematics. Derek disagreed: described the process of walking with...
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