After ‘The Moon Under Water’ by George Orwell My favourite bookshop, The Scribe and Slate, floats on a large river.…
In Another Life
In another life… nature hasn’t turned in on itself. In another life… our blood has conjoined beyond the froth of…
Gone Wit’ Smoke
Author’s Note: I’m a Northern Girl (U.K.), and I come across this way of speaking very often. She were left…
At the Gates of Dawn
For Syd Barrett He sits cross-legged on the stage of Glastonbury. Up high in a tree, lost in a field…
Mourvèdre
A cento using lines from Diane Seuss’ Frank: Sonnets’ I am a little Frank O’ Hara. Drowned in shallow water.…
I, Abalone
This poem is a reject from a recent competition. Time is the longest distance between two places. —Tennessee Williams Like…
Mollify
The shadows move in their pre-dawn mirage. Birdsong haunts the lukewarm streetlight like a black comedy. This hoop is a…
The Uncomfortable Truth of a Tortured Artist
TW: Suicide, Suicidal Ideation, Depression, Anxiety, Complaints, Mental Illness. Do you know what it feels like to drown surrounded by…
A Poet Books Doth Not Make
Why does a poet need to write a bookif their soul cannot be tethered to a hook?The scene is insular…
Death on the Nile
A descending staircase cuts into a 4 o’clock afternoon. A basket of dates, while exotic, make the metal ores reflect…
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