TO CREATION Creation gave us the eagle and the snake. From myths, celestial waters mingling with the oceans of the Earth. Evaporation happens between worlds, leaves the flowers stiffened and the clouds drooping. Some drops stay behind in tiny rock-bound wells. The eagle can take wing and quickly disappear. The snake slithers beneath heaps ofContinue reading “To Creation. and 2 more poems by John Grey”
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Divinity. and 2 more poems by Robert Beveridge
DIVINITY in our innocence we prayed wrapped our words in mystic cloaks yearned to open ourselves to something greater something more our words were not enough so we invented languages cut back the branches of the forest and set them ablaze body to body mind to mind we learned to fuse the corn syrup, theContinue reading “Divinity. and 2 more poems by Robert Beveridge”
Talaria. A Poem by Irina Moga
Talaria I Then he fitted me with talaria, :: Mercury’s sandals, – straps made of iron and copper, rust dispersing quietly over wings. Wings made from fragments of small birds – their heads, bones, feathers, severed aimlessly :: faint morning whistling and songs, ruptured, trickling, amid drops of blood, over my ankles. As I moved.Continue reading “Talaria. A Poem by Irina Moga”
Pollinators. Integument. Poems by Adrienne Stevenson
Pollinators there’s widespread interest in my flowerbed as long summer days unfold black and yellow swallowtails hover around dill orange and black monarchs embrace milkweed their respective caterpillars munch and move on to chrysalise and metamorphose while pullulating swarms of bees teem around calendula and zinnia dive into welcoming mouths of aubergine and courgette blossomContinue reading “Pollinators. Integument. Poems by Adrienne Stevenson”
Editorial Epiphanies. With Sue Burge, featuring the editors of WordCity Literary Journal
Editorial Epiphanies Word City has a raft of brilliant and talented editors. I joined them just over a year ago and have been humbled by their expertise and commitment. So, this month I asked the team to share their moments of epiphany: the piece of writing advice that changed them and helped them develop duringContinue reading “Editorial Epiphanies. With Sue Burge, featuring the editors of WordCity Literary Journal”
Literary Spotlight with Sue Burge. Featuring Mona Arshi
This month I am absolutely delighted to have the opportunity for a conversation with Mona Arshi, a highly respected UK poet, novelist and Human Rights lawyer. I was so excited when I read that Mona was to have a poetry residency with the Norfolk Wildlife Trust at Cley-next-to-Sea, a wild and windswept nature reserve amidstContinue reading “Literary Spotlight with Sue Burge. Featuring Mona Arshi”
Books Reviewed. By Gordon Phinn
Books Referenced: The Dig, John Preston (Penguin2007/21) My Salinger Year, Joanna Rakoff (Knopf 2014) On Opium, Carlyn Zwarenstein (Goose Lane 2021) Bread and Water, dee Hobsbawn-Smith (University of Regina Press 2021) Books Wars, John B. Thompson (Polity Press 2021) Everything and Less, Mark McGurl (Verso 2021) The Collected Poetry of Carol Shields, ed. Nora FosterContinue reading “Books Reviewed. By Gordon Phinn”
Lily Pads. Non-fiction by Mehreen Ahmed
Toads on Lily Pads Our house was situated on a hill known as the Dev Pahar in Chittagong. There was a pond next to our house down by the valley. I would often go out for walks for fresh air each afternoon; my favourite trail was around this pond. The pond was surrounded by tallContinue reading “Lily Pads. Non-fiction by Mehreen Ahmed”
Wolves. Fiction by Olga Stein
Wolves “The better to eat you with,” the man replied after I told him that he had nice teeth. This surprised me. He didn’t look like one of the hunter types, the regulars I’d been seeing in the bar. I had noticed while making small talk with him that he didn’t have their hard look,Continue reading “Wolves. Fiction by Olga Stein”
Gone. Fiction by Douglas Mallon
GONE Got the rent – thank God. Just paid it. Eighty bucks left over to last me until next payday. My soul was smiling as I walked to the bank to get the cashier’s check that would keep the roof over my head for another thirty days. Life ain’t so bad, you know? I meanContinue reading “Gone. Fiction by Douglas Mallon”
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