by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Sep 22, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Why don’t you eat pork? If you don’t believe in God, my friend says, why don’t you eat pork? I have no answer for her. I have only the blue-tacked mezuzah stuck to the doorway of my bedroom, the dried wax still wedged in stubborn clots ...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Sep 21, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Undertow On my phone a newsreel shows a car boot lifting just above the flood. Tail lights like eyes caught in a comic gasp, while its body, like the carriageway, lies under sixty million litres of last night’s rain. Walking through town we...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Sep 2, 2026 | Word & Image
inefficient use of resources Respect Is Rainful Rona Luo is a queer, neurodivergent poet and acupuncturist. Her visual poetry has been exhibited at the Southbank Centre, and her writing has appeared in Magma, Propel, fourteen poems, The...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Aug 31, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
End of a World In the back of the taxi on my way to the hospital, thighs clenched together, the driver asked me, You visiting someone there? Yes, I said. I am visiting a friend. When I get there, I will tell my friend that I was watching The...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Aug 30, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Object M16- The Pillars of Creation He who created all things, and bears up the pillars of creation, hath now become so weak, that He must be carried by a woman! – Charles Spurgeon * Here — in the absolute zero of space — fireworks! Look how...
