Cover artwork: ‘whetūrangi’ by xine
At our eleventh hour, Sweet Mammalian finds enlightenment from the POV of an airlifted sheep.
Decked in mandarin pith and woolly jumpers, these poets are unafraid to call a lover a fidgeting godwit or a cigarette a ‘snarger’.
Lend us your ears of corn and your fresh-husked eyes, for a steel anniversary on a road of swords.
Be gay, do crime, dress your emperors in decaying leaves.
With all the intimacy of a finger caressing a phone screen, turn these pages for unblinking poetry from friends known and new.
Issue Eleven contents:
Read with us the petroglyphs.
Dip your quill in bubbling pitch and discarded lemon rinds.
Read hither well-lived homeliness: the faith festivals of the further-south.
Pray with the mantis for the end of weeping, the ocean’s witness through sea-glass, the sound of one beloved familiar treading lightly on the grass.
Read here the grace and rage of it, the tart grape for the sweetest wine.
Read on for that which might after all be saved by daylight.