Today’s choice

Previous poems

Regina Weinert

by | Oct 12, 2026 | ,

 

 

 

Shared Attic

A key on a short string unlocks
a metal door to an unlit stair, steep
wooden steps, a turn at the top

where you can’t see back. We’re in The Gods.
A warren on the right, murk-bound filaments
of light strike coal briquettes, a broom lurks.

On the left, a breathless empty stage,
unsettled dust, the roof’s raw underside.
We unwind our frayed washing rope.

The drying floor is warm like baking,
the rafters smell of vanilla, sweeter
where diamonds of sunlight magnify the grain.

The skylights are half-closed, the traffic hums
and drums. My mother has a far-away look.
I offer her pegs from a bowl.

There’s room up here to hang the bedding,
she straightens all the edges. I slink along
a corridor of sheets, not touching.

 

 

Regina Weinert lives in Sheffield. She has had a university career in language and linguistics. Her poems are also published by e.g. Magma, The North, Pennine Platform, Poetry Salzburg Review, Stand, Under the Radar and Wild Court.

Dave Wakely

by | Oct 11, 2026 | ,

      Grandfather/Grandson A hot, dry day in an already arid season. I stumble through stands of age-misshapen oaks, leaves blistering brown as they beckon me into the shade. From time to time, I glimpse a clearing to one side of the path, or a view...

David Lukens

by | Oct 10, 2026 | ,

Having earned their wings through evolution
it is almost as though they are loth to use them
preferring familiar earth, the old tree’s broad shadow.