by Rachel Piercey | May 22, 2026 | Issue 11 poems
A limerick * There was a young man from Dundee preparing to sail out to sea. His mother said, “Joe, I can’t let you go. It’s dark, and you’ve only turned three.” * Susanne Connolly loves writing in rhyme, and limericks are her favourite kind of poem. Born and...
by Rachel Piercey | May 22, 2026 | Issue 11 poems
cat loaf on my bed looking at me with no hurry a thick book open in the middle of the book a fluffy tail dim, silent morning young girl sleeping a charcoal cat, passing it’s snowing behind a laced curtain and a lazy cat an open suitcase...
by Rachel Piercey | May 22, 2026 | Issue 11 poems
Smoo elant sliver berant blé Accent u poth streak smote Muley mantal muse sleigh Smutter smole smoo stir shé Ixle fox fox fingle wingld stoat Smoo elant sliver berant blé Ich full anail milch flay Sing zir song song licht mote Muley mantal muse sleigh Hole-light were...
by Rachel Piercey | May 22, 2026 | Issue 11 poems
A tanka * You fall asleep first long before I need to rest so I turn to books. I wear a secret headtorch and silently mine for words. * Patrick Fisher is a part time poet and full-time primary school teacher, reading aloud for pleasure at every opportunity....
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