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...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Jul 24, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Endings after the soil exhibition at Somerset House first i go to finitude while you favour plenitude & birth the source beneath our feet i recoil at the abject the never-ending cycle of leaves under loam a seedbed for eggs or...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Jul 23, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
O is the Mother Letter My baby is hungry. Grabs me with both hands. I am an apple, apparently no will. I give in to his teeth and hate it. Him I love! I can’t say No and even when I do I go back On my word. It must be that consent is...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Jul 22, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Portrait Oh London. U useless city. Map to nowhere land. Tight stretch open eye. The...