He did not listen; instead, he pulled
a ring from his pocket, slipped it onto
her finger, blood caking the diamonds
Category: Wildlife
ONE POEM – Ronnie K. Stephens
electric in its hum
feathered little missiles
I imagine the strike
ONE POEM – Jacob J Billingsley
About as full as a trout hung
by its gills in the smokehouse,
guts left to bake in the sun
ONE POEM – Olivia Walwyn
First frost of the year
and the river is submerged in mist;
a blaze of sunlight
melting everything to dew.
ONE POEM – Marianne Habeshaw
My family observes the emu cage. Beaks so vengeful, I realise we’re taking the piss.
ONE POEM – Steven Brisendine
(coffee, pastry,
food-words,
unfettered time)
TWO POEMS – Patrick Landy
the slow inflections of the wind
where rivers run like scars.
The moon hangs quietly
in the blackened air, halved and emptied, decaying since dusk
The View from Here – Lettie Mckie
A version of this piece first appeared on Trampset In April, the reality of the pandemic fades into the background as my family deals with our own internal crisis. The house is in Kemsing, a southern English village in the Kent countryside. It is nestled on the slopes of the North Downs, a range of…
ONE POEM – Katherine Fallon
Finding them dead on returning from vacation,
she flushed her six African Cichlids.
Foxglove – Kathryn Tann
You caught me, Foxglove, with your upright colour. You turned me from the river thinking I had been alone. I liked your pale and speckled belly, and the tiny fragile hairs guarding your mouth.
Nick St.Oegger – Kuçedra: Portraits of Life on Europe’s Last Wild River
“For most of us living in Europe or the US, we’re so used to seeing altered rivers that we don’t know what a wild river looks like.”
TWO POEMS – Sara Nesbitt Gibbons
Their heads out, curved eyes on us,
reciprocating the salty, convex cabin.
Look, there, beautiful wooden bowling balls, said my mum.
