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...
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...
