by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Oct 26, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Here is a cross You said you’d never die here. Here are your Sundays watching your children’s birthdays on your screen. Here are your winters crating up grocery trucks, pineapples scratching rough skin. Here are your summers slating the roofs...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Oct 25, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
The Bee and the Lemon Tree like a lover the bee visits the tree every day on the window ledge the little tree is sky goddess the breeze speaks to the bee-wasp love circles in the air the hider in the lemon leaves a thought hums a tune scent dances...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Oct 24, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
After a Stillbirth He had been told the trolley would be in the corridor at noon. He could get sandwiches. It was normally for mothers only but they’d make an exception. His wife won’t eat anything. He has to do something. He cannot sit and be...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Oct 20, 2026 | Word & Image
Mark Wyatt’s pattern poems have appeared in various journals including Cosmic Daffodil, Dust Poetry, Full House Literary, Ink Sweat and Tears, Journal of Mathematics and the Arts, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Osmosis, The Plentitudes, Radon Journal, Streetcake...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Oct 7, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
I Wish This Phone Had a Better Camera I need to show you these sunsets/ feisty last breaths/coral on flamingo/blood yellow carcass/tiny theatre/blazing deaths/o soothing apocalypse, haul my agitations on your olden back/blue borne/ shallow...