by Helen Ivory | Aug 2, 2026 | Featured, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga, Poetry
Still Life of Fish and Bird One day a fish swam away and the river ran dry, and the lone bird, sitting in a tree, flew off and took the whole sky with it. Jason Ryberg lives part-time in Kansas City, MO with a rooster named Little Red and a...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 1, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
First Funeral Fascinated by the priest’s teeth I don’t realise I’m kicking the pew in front with a restless foot until someone taps me sharply on the knee. I’m near the coffin on its trestles and a plaster Jesus whose wounds shed drops of hard...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Jul 31, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Beginner’s Italian In Italian I have no inner life. With no past or future tense My needs are immediate. I have hunger. I eat. I have thirst. I drink. I have the name for wine not peas. The heat is good. I want. Yes, I sleep well, thank...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Jul 30, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
I sit on the grass and listen to the earth purring rose is thirsty rose senses water rose root rummages in the earth rose root punctures lung and frontal lobe rose stem is a green straw sucking rose stem sways like a tail rose thorn is a...
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...
