by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Aug 25, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
In my cookery exam, we have to prepare a family meal This is summer and Mum can’t put out her trot line with its hooks because of swimmers so I buy three mackerel from the fishmonger. I cycle to the school bus stop one arm on the handlebar,...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Aug 24, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Deathbed Fantasia as now melts & nowhere goes nowhere we wash up breathless a box of blue light star-cushioned harvesting morphine-thick razorlick-blueberry-pinch &...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Aug 23, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
You Again across the street I am washed off my feet my heart splashes up into pieces as if someone has thrown a stone into the pool of me all these years I thought myself dry ground but I am a stream a loch a river brim full sequinned with...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Aug 22, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Grief shows me just another sunset Dusk is dancing & all the visual technologies at hand feel overwhelmed: mobile eye, pit pastels, graphic card. It’s down to language, then, imagine. Above parade pearlescent clouds looking more...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 21, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Meaningless sex Twenty- something sex are bodies. thrown down like sophomore prose. Unedited nonsense that almost meant little. Look at our quarry of pointless stars. Davy-lamps in solar system of death Noone writes about God when she rested. I...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 20, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Lapse Graffiti artists, known as writers, are often misunderstood by society. Eden Magazine The footbridge was skinned in graffiti – slogans, threats, declarations of love, swastikas. Grek. Kost. Lapse. I’d assumed lapse was a tag, a nom de plume or...
