by Rachel Piercey | Jun 27, 2025 | Issue 9 poems
I often forget that big things start small: a poem with one line, a rope with some twine; a castle with a brick, magic with one trick; a chicken with an egg, a circus from one peg; an encore with a clap, migration with one flap; a belch with a bubble, a beard with...
by Rachel Piercey | Jun 27, 2025 | Issue 9 poems
Let us speak for the Voiceless Treefrog, and not take risks with Gamble’s Flatwing. Let us stay true to the False Shark Ray, and not wrong the North Atlantic Right Whale. Let us look out for the Four-Eyed Turtle. Let us value the Yellow Goldflake, and not slight the...
by Rachel Piercey | Jun 27, 2025 | Issue 9 poems
Sunrise behind me, moon up ahead: Double-shine morning – silver and red. Together, we turn, walk backwards and then: Double-shine morning! We see it again! * Carol Coven Grannick is an award-winning children’s author and poet whose novel in verse, REENI’S TURN,...
by Rachel Piercey | Jun 27, 2025 | Issue 9 poems
Mum makes a mark on the chart to see how much I’ve grown. Last time I was about the size of a toddling Emperor penguin (but taller than my brother who’s just a Shetland pony). I have shot up, Mum says. Rrrr! I’m now standing proud as a lion. If I swirl my arms and...
by Rachel Piercey | Jun 27, 2025 | Issue 9 poems
The biggest book I know is… massive, mammoth prodigiously large colossal, enormous like a hulking great barge containing a mighty multitude of monumental magnitude gargantuan, gigantic humungous, titanic a vast treasure chest a capacious cornucopia a huge reading fest...
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