by Chloe Elliott | Oct 27, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Any Excuse You won’t find him in there, says Alan Shea as the policeman flips the freezer flap in the fridge looking, they say, for INLA escapee Mad Dog Magee in such an unlikely haven — the home of a Manx gay rights campaigner with a telephone...
by Chloe Elliott | Oct 26, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
AWAKENED BY THE APPROACHING GARBAGE TRUCK WHILE DREAMING OF DU FU First moments of dawn immersed in song of many-voiced birds. From behind the house I wheel the bin to the still dark street. On sky’s rim colors appear that have never been named. I...
by Chloe Elliott | Oct 25, 2022 | Featured, Prose
The Long Grass They’ve just kicked it into the long grass, one politician says to another on TV. I tune out from the others sitting around me at Tree Tops. I feel it now, that long grass, cool and welcome, at the far reaches of the playing fields...
by Chloe Elliott | Oct 24, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Today is Tomorrow I remember this from before, a sudden plane hoovering up the sky more energy than a wasp its direction is its excuse – a new war somewhere. I stand on the fresh autumn grass as the thrumming plane disappears thrusting into space,...
by Chloe Elliott | Oct 23, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
EYEWITNESS OF THE INVISIBLE A homeless moon lingers over the town. I linger with it, both of us bracing for single combat with oblivion at the crossroads where silence is spoken. I was interrogated once again during the night but betrayed only...
