That cow can’t walk. She’s all lame. I won’t touch her hooves.
Tag: literature
ONE POEM – William Doreski
Dried for sale, sea stars remind you
that we haven’t seen the Atlantic
breathing heavily along a beach
for a couple of plague-struck years.
ONE POEM – Susan Calvillo
goat cheese cannoli with garden gem tomatoes & a floral salad
a hot croquette with apple compote, pumpernickel, & sherbet
blackberry compote on a throne of chocolate mousse
a slice of seasonal pumpkin spice cake
all go to waste
ONE POEM – Ella Sadie Guthrie
other poets will fall at my feet
cover their cheekbones in cream cheese
for me to lay stale crackers on their noses.
Beowulf: You Know More Than You Think! – Danny Bate
As a living soul of the twenty-first century, if you take a glance at the opening lines of Beowulf, the Old English poem, the chances are that you won’t be able to understand it. If anything, you may perhaps recognise its famous first word, hƿæt. This is absolutely fine, I should add; Old English is an old…
ONE POEM — Louise McStravick
We look up to her, I’ll teach you how
it works she says to the ram’s head, the birds eye
her mouth devouring snake heads
ONE POEM – Stephen House
wondering why
create measures to gauge the seriousness
of fragile moments
ONE POEM — Florence Campbell-Gray
My name is June; you have to say it like ‘sex’
softly bright
like it’s a pink toaster
ONE POEM – Ross Thompson
Beneath the light of a bashful demilune,
the water appears quite black, like blood on snow.
ONE POEM – Holly Conant
Last night they were alive again, flying through the air at break-bone speed, but they didn’t break.
COMFORT FOODS // Tiffin — Serena Alagappan
Tiffin clangs like bells,
collapses as it climbs,
tiffin holds okra, paneer,
sambar, and lemon rice.
ONE POEM — Jonah Corren
The goats have come down
from the hills today.
Porridge 