by Rachel Piercey | May 17, 2024 | Issue 7 poems
Mary Anning, Mary, Mary, as the rhyme goes, quite contrary. Scoured the shore from break of dawn for Devil’s Fingers, Ammon’s Horn*, to sell within her shop in Lyme – strange treasure from an ancient time. Mary Anning, Mary, Mary, soon became extraordinary. From...
by Rachel Piercey | May 17, 2024 | Issue 7 poems
* Sarah Ziman is a poet from Wales who likes cats, crisps, cake, reading and rhyme. She dislikes writing about herself. She won the YorkMix Poems for Children Prize 2021, and has been commended three times for The Caterpillar Poetry Prize. She enjoys annoying...
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...
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