by Chloe Elliott | Jan 30, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
An Elegy for a Stinking Pigeon I jump at a thud against my window, but nobody’s there. I look into the courtyard and glare, see nothing, until My sight falls upon the pigeon, dead as a dead pigeon, The corpse nestled into the leaves to hide from the wind....
by Chloe Elliott | Jan 29, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Hysteria say you’re on stage or in Tesco buying tinned fish for the dog or it’s a dream in which you’re arguing with your mother and your womb starts moving about your body like it’s got a mind of its own the Ancient Greeks called it wandering but a better word might...
by Chloe Elliott | Jan 27, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The day the soldiers come they’ll give you twenty minutes to pack. Think now what you’ll need without this place you call home. And remember the woman too stunned by those uniformed men, who smoked and laughed in her kitchen, to use that precious time. She sat...
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: ...
