by Chloe Elliott | Oct 30, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Fish at the quarry I usually hide Fish in my stomach, let it flip away angrily in the acid, or else I stuff it in my pocket, where it gets all woolly and dry, and goes still. Today, I take Fish to the quarry, let it stew in me as I gaze out over...
by Chloe Elliott | Oct 29, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
The Pea-Sheller of Crab Street She’d be out there all hours, half past three, two minutes to midnight, shelling peas on the front doorstep, always impeccably scrubbed. The pop of the shuck and the plip of the peas as they dropped into the chipped...
by Chloe Elliott | Oct 28, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Picking Them Up at the Hospital My daughter, son-in-law struggle to strap their newborn into the car seat pulling the seat belt across, under and back, tying a knot, trying again. My daughter chastises her attentive husband who...
by Chloe Elliott | Oct 27, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Any Excuse You won’t find him in there, says Alan Shea as the policeman flips the freezer flap in the fridge looking, they say, for INLA escapee Mad Dog Magee in such an unlikely haven — the home of a Manx gay rights campaigner with a telephone...
by Chloe Elliott | Oct 26, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
AWAKENED BY THE APPROACHING GARBAGE TRUCK WHILE DREAMING OF DU FU First moments of dawn immersed in song of many-voiced birds. From behind the house I wheel the bin to the still dark street. On sky’s rim colors appear that have never been named. I...
by Chloe Elliott | Oct 25, 2022 | Featured, Prose
The Long Grass They’ve just kicked it into the long grass, one politician says to another on TV. I tune out from the others sitting around me at Tree Tops. I feel it now, that long grass, cool and welcome, at the far reaches of the playing fields...
