by Chloe Elliott | Nov 25, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
THE MOTHER TREE Go to the pine to learn of the pine ̶ Matsuo Bashō Spring empties us of snow, spits us winter-lean Fat gritted rhizomes, our roots upend feeble as sea foamed on rock fast with limpet full dulse. & we swing sparse growth...
by Chloe Elliott | Nov 24, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Hotel Blue (after John Ash) 1. Above each of the sea-facing windows of Hotel Blue, a canopy. At night the smell of fish and vinegar. It’s a good place to fall out of love, fall in love with someone else, a good place to tip out clutter from your bag or pockets....
by Chloe Elliott | Nov 23, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
I work in a former abattoir code switching like it’s going out of fashion yawns sieved through my terrazzo mouth sunless mornings one bus every hour peopled with rage rainwaxed floors slippery as heritage once I would have cut myself like a...
by Chloe Elliott | Nov 22, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Sean’s Ghost leans over the garden wall next the hairpin bend to hand me a rosy apple with the same gesture he himself showed of a stumblebum evening when I was a child making my way home after a bad day at school. Though the apple holds no substance now, and...
by Chloe Elliott | Nov 21, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
HERONLESS I look for him from the foot bridge he’s not in any of his usual places not mid-stream in shallows not below the arch under the road not at the corner on a stony outcrop the fishes are swimming undeterred and the day feels so...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 20, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Second Generation Upgrade I take an invisible dog on holiday to the coast, with raven feather tied to my hair and a new iphone in my bag, my passport is ready for a quick get away, and I must look a sight in these snow-boots and sunset skin. I ask...
