by Chloe Elliott | Jan 26, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Chalice You are invited to the special dinner where I’m turning turning the blood on the costume a birthmark shaped like a question on your lips there is a wasp an asp in my milk you would have me fail. Trelawney has been shortlisted and commended in the...
by Chloe Elliott | Jan 25, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
You Eat a Moon as a Metaphor for Pain Here’s what’s going to happen: the moon is going to fall out of the sky and land in the basketball court in front of the apartment where your dad died. You are going to swallow it. Here’s what you are going to do: be buried under...
by Chloe Elliott | Jan 24, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
to a chandelier Wo viel Licht ist, ist starker Schatten. Goethe fire-drunk, you dangle like a bad metaphor: a too-ripe melon, tugging umbilical at the ceiling. your shape: just right: the élan of a soap bubble your flux: too bright: ...
by Chloe Elliott | Jan 23, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Founding these boys have iron bones forged in foundries tongues like metal latches hinged at the shoulders names clattering clasps on stone their forefathers knew soot as dawn light the trudge & lift of it worn in their palm lines bit lips tasting of...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 21, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Row Your Own Boat, Please. It’s hard to be a bird in the winter – legs dipped into cold, dirty Thames’ water. No roof to hide under. It’s hard to stand against the current to prove your fallacies, your name, under your oppressing fog. It’s hard...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 20, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Of Shadows and Blebs November, the slow month, crowds the morning streets like a herd of brown ponies looking for a patch of green Ferries, laden with mint and cauliflowers, sprout on the Hooghly River like blebs on its soft skin Calcutta, full of...
