by Rachel Piercey | Dec 15, 2023 | Issue 6 poems
Charl and I decided it was time to sort the Lego. There was a massive, landsliding heap of it in our bedroom. First, we spent ages deciding how to sort it. By colour? Size? Number of studs? Type of set it had come from? Just thinking about that took the first hour....
by Rachel Piercey | Dec 15, 2023 | Issue 6 poems
* Elizabeth Kuelbs writes for children and adults. She holds an MFA from Vermont College of Fine Arts and you can find more of her work for young readers in What is Hope?, Things We Feel, Spider, Cricket, The Dirigible Balloon, and elsewhere. Elizabeth loves to...
by Rachel Piercey | Dec 15, 2023 | Issue 6 poems
I’m poking my brother and bugging my mother, ’cause waiting’s a pain and the flight’s running late. But look! The plane’s landing! My brain’s understanding that soon crowds of people will flood through the gate. My brain sends out orders that whiz past its borders and...
by Rachel Piercey | Dec 15, 2023 | Issue 6 poems
Formula for Fun Poetry plus math yields countless forms, from syllable squares and three-line haiku to infinite pi-ku. Note: this is a syllable square poem – the number of lines in the poem equals the number of syllables in each line. In this case, that number is...
by Rachel Piercey | Dec 15, 2023 | Issue 6 poems
Through the telescope in her bedroom window, ten-year-old Vera looks at the night sky. She sees the bright stars, but also, the darkness. What does it do? The darkness. Why is it there? The darkness. How does it work? Vera’s questions multiply. When she gets older,...
by Rachel Piercey | Dec 15, 2023 | Issue 6 poems
We peer back in time with hexagonal mirrors, thinly cloaked in gold. Gazing at stars that died long ago, we guess what our future might hold. We follow the light to the edge of existence, the gap between galaxies growing. I wonder, once our star goes dark – will...
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