by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Oct 6, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Prolonged Panic Attack II it’s the end of the world and i choose bottom shelf body wash, top shelf shampoo. almost all the way over the edge, i choose brand name bleach, leave washing powder to the next life. it’s the end of the world...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Sep 30, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
‘I found it particularly hard as a dad.’ Keir Starmer, Prime Minister’s statement in the House on historic forced adoption I’ve been staring at the blank page of this notebook for an hour. I close my eyes and breathe in for four, hold for four...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Sep 29, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Duomo We slept as best we could on the night train. Leaving the station we walked empty streets aimlessly until turning a corner there it was, silent and vast as the moon. Ken Cockburn is a poet and translator from Scotland and works in...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Sep 28, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Balancing On the pitch of the roof a jackdaw holds a twig longer than its wingspan— do corvids feel pride? Balancing the weight, the bird shuttles from rooftop to rooftop to join its partner. They fly together beyond my view where their...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Sep 27, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
When we die, do we go back, small cell, atom slit by light. It takes up space, an ocean, a planet, a god. Too large to understand the scale, although we accept the concept. Constellations, tongues of vibration. Unlearnable logic between...
