by Rachel Piercey | May 16, 2022 | Issue 2 poems
Fish use theirs for forward motion: swishing, swooshing through the ocean. Monkeys swing and swoop through trees, long, strong tails make this a breeze. Squirrels use theirs as a shade: sun-umbrella? Ready-made! Flitter, flutter, birds take flight, feathered tails...
by Rachel Piercey | May 16, 2022 | Issue 2 poems
Can you ride a zebra? You may think yes of course, because they are a stripier, smaller kind of horse, but they are also grumpier, with a bite to give you pause, and certainly kick thumpier, they’ll break a lion’s jaws, so I really wouldn’t ride them: train a zonkey...
by Rachel Piercey | May 16, 2022 | Issue 2 poems
walking alone by the briny rocks a tourist near the sea a stray dog followed me I saw him avoiding a parade of high-shined wide-winged old cars as I crossed the street he must have heard me wishing for his safety his tan fur was ocean-choppy patched with rough...
by Rachel Piercey | May 16, 2022 | Issue 2 poems
Who darkfurred and clawed swims downstream in sleekstreaks, makes bubble lines, splores and splashes? Can nothing overawe otter as she dives and keeks? What brings otter to the shore, back arched, moon on teak? She’s caught an eel to chaw and chewing done, she’s a...
by Rachel Piercey | May 16, 2022 | Issue 2 poems
There’s a place in my garden where I keep all my tools, my tickets to ride where the animals go. One feather in hand and I start to rise, one mud-caked stone and I’m climbing mountains. Somewhere for me to have oodles of fun, somewhere to romp amongst the wild things....
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