Category: Poetry

Brock says delve deep _______under stone claw sharpstrike into roots ___________________and earth find allworld below ________for shelterness my jaws make a hal...

by Kathy Miles In his stern black feathers he swifts from elm or oak to claim his patch of seed. His song drips into sluggish veins, the fluency of music, as bl...

by Pippa Little Baltard, County Clare, 2014 Finisterre by cliff. Nothing to see but wheeled gouges, hooves’ half moons in a mud nowhere the northerly never lets...

by Beth McDonough Afraid, I anticipated him – reckoned killer boxes in the owner’s shed. I sensed that macchja dense with his lives, head-rattled all those word...

by Philippe Atherton-Blenkiron “Pigs […] are leading pretty miserable lives.” – Peter Singer I exist under a pink sky; a canopy of blankets lined with caricatur...

by Brenda Kay Ledford Longs for a home she’s never seen ancient land, legends a small creature stretched out napping on a limb like any animal caged behind glas...

by Karen Terrey When I opened my hand I didn’t feel anything which isn’t to say nothing was there. A rabbit reaps my garden – at least, I planted it – nip...

by Karen Jane Cannon In Sussex fields we saw the wooden sign — red letters warning us of adders hid under tall nettles, long cow parsley, but we never saw a tel...

by Joan Lennon In the fog, sheep strike _____poses, misty round the edges, __________strangely heroic. Sleeping otter dreams _____of water. If streams could dre...