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...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Sep 26, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Sunflowers a friend messaged me: “every time I see sunflowers, I think of you” and somehow, that was all I needed to remember that somewhere in this world I still bloom in someone else’s mind. Fran Hayden is an emerging poet and...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Sep 25, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
At Sea Both cast out to sea, I wonder – did your ashes ever meet? It was under the same sun setting, although years and miles apart. My grandmother, loosened slowly into Cardigan Bay under a Hay Moon. My best friend, spread across a bed...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Sep 24, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Well after Thomas A Clark when the people are gone and the wooden house has been burned down to recover its nails for a short while afterwards there may flourish a small orchard and a well blinking at the sky Mark Rutter’s poems have appeared in...
