by Rachel Piercey | May 22, 2026 | Issue 11 poems
RUSSEL B. HARRICUS Bearicus scaricus, Russel B. Harricus, Closely examining Footprints and hair, Guided by knowledge of Cryptozoology, Shares his conjecture that Bigfoot was there. ICE CREAM MAN ATTICUS Sitticus satticus, Ice Cream Man Atticus, Fastest at...
by Rachel Piercey | May 22, 2026 | Issue 11 poems
light falls from the trees winter dusk * Usha Kishore is an Indian born British poet and translator, resident on the Isle of Man. Usha is an internationally published poet and is the author of three collections of poetry; the latest, Immigrant, was published by...
by Rachel Piercey | May 22, 2026 | Issue 11 poems
Terza rima * My street is a football pitch. I score with such a whack the team all cheer my kick! My street is a cycle track. We do five laps then chase to be the first one back. My street is a story place. We sail with Pirate Bad then rocket launch to space. My...
by Rachel Piercey | May 22, 2026 | Issue 11 poems
A triolet * My cat may be a parrot She perches on my head She begs me for a carrot My cat may be a parrot Or maybe she’s a ferret or a Burmese rat instead My cat may be a parrot She perches on my head * Lynn Vieira is a funny Canadian who loves silly rhymes,...
by Rachel Piercey | May 22, 2026 | Issue 11 poems
A pantoum * Wind sighs. Through walls scuffed by rain and years, Sleepy owls ruffle their feathers. Sun sifts, lingers on hay straws. Through walls scuffed by rain and years, Where loyal horses and patient cows stirred, Sun sifts, lingers on hay straws. Cobweb...
by Rachel Piercey | May 22, 2026 | Issue 11 poems
A quatern * Max barks, excited to see Maeve. He’d whimpered at night, missing her. Her scratches feel great – he leans in. Suddenly Maeve leaves. Max paces. Maeve comes from the basement with food. Max barks, excited to see Maeve. She’s got cereal that she’ll spill!...
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