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...
by Rachel Piercey | Jun 27, 2025 | Issue 9 poems
The monster is swaying. The monster is baying. The monster is staying to prey upon me. The storm clouds are clearing. The sun is appearing. The monster is leering – oh wait, that’s a tree. * Suzy Levinson is a children’s author and poet whose work has been...
by Rachel Piercey | Jun 27, 2025 | Issue 9 poems
I’m an easel for a giant painter. I’m a stately solo procession. I’m four sturdy tree trunks holding up a tent or a wrinkly grey blanket flung over a line. I’m a map etched with contour lines, a blank billboard, an advertisement for vegetarianism. I’m a trumpeting...
by Rachel Piercey | Jun 27, 2025 | Issue 9 poems
If I were a giant, I’d pop the clouds like balloons with my umbrella to make a clear blue sky. If I were a giant, I’d consume the whole moon in one big bite, replace it with a cherry pie. If I were a giant, I’d use a spoon to scoop up snow from rooftops, like vanilla...
by Rachel Piercey | Jun 27, 2025 | Issue 9 poems
I want to learn the Double Bass! Big Granddaddy of the strings. I’d grunt and growl and scrape and scowl And play the deepest things! I want to learn the Contrabassoon! The size of a rocket ship. It farts and parps and plops and honks, Each note I’d just let rip! I...
by Rachel Piercey | Jun 27, 2025 | Issue 9 poems
That thin black line has been my nemesis for a decade. It has taunted me from above. High and condescending as I rise on tiptoes but still come up short. I almost had it last year. The crown of my head broke past the barrier until someone shouted, “Flat feet!” I sank...
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