by Danielle | Jan 12, 2024 | Guest Poems
The Rooks of Stromness It’s plain the rooks of Stromness own the town.They’re taking over slowly, plot by plot.These black and clever birds have been aroundforever, roosting high in trees. They’ve caughtthe change and flown on it. Some surf the breezethen flap to keep...
by Danielle | Jan 11, 2024 | News
The Pushcart Prize: Best of the Small Presses series has been published every year since 1976 and is considered the most honoured literary project in America. Magazines and presses from around the world can nominate up to a total of six pieces. For the 2024 prize...
by Danielle | Jan 11, 2024 | Guest Poems
I Will Walk Before it Snows Somewhere in the sky the heavy lightness of snowwaits. I snap my knees again hope my trouser beltkeeps me whole until I reach home. My spine tries to balance on the legs, allow yawnsto grow through my windpipe, then release into the skyas...
by Danielle | Jan 11, 2024 | Guest Poems
Alive That wet April evening,so vivid in memory; how we marvelledat the trees’ branches intertwined as things connect when we look back and a mirror dropping off the wallwithout being touched we laughed off and unknowingly each yearpass the date of our deathand stay...
by Danielle | Jan 2, 2024 | Guest Poems
Geese One of the first things I can remember:being lifted by my father high to see the geese.It was late at night in mid-November:the days so short, fields beginning to freeze.Now I live close to the sea in the west –small hills and lochs, and birds on every side;so...
