by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Jul 29, 2026 | Uncategorized
Out a found poem from a Google search ‘define out’ no longer detained in prison in the middle of nowhere no longer involved in a competition not at home or one’s place of work away from the goal the finishing line the designated playing area...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Jul 28, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Pigeon Politics Pigeons have invaded the garden, two then four, then a flock. They roost in the apple tree to nest, reconnoitre or mate ignore my sorties to deter them and shit without stint on patio and herb bed, foul lovely hyssop and...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Jul 27, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Glory of the Blacker Berry Today. Let us forget the blunt-edged sorrows. Remember the black joys, my darker brother— the high laughter of women, the bright, unbothered stride of boys. We have died more times than the days have names, yet here is...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Jul 26, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
the sky and the water and the birds and the fish (Inspired by Sky and Water I. 1938. Maurits Cornelis Escher) the sky met the water where the birds met the fish the sky met the water where the fish met the birds the sky met the birds where the...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Jul 25, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Going Nowhere Fast Impotent in family life and ineffectual at work, sometimes he would spend a full quarter-hour just circulating the mini-roundabout on his moped, dizzy from the power of blocking everyone else. Gordon Vells is a writer and...
