by Kate Birch | Jan 10, 2020 | Uncategorized
Sparklen Bottle Grandma’s sparklen in the winterdark house where I grew up loved me the best: I pushed my nose up close to see fireflies leap and sputter, glow-worms climb and fall in tiny squeezes, flayed hearts of angels – I know she whispered...
by Kate Birch | Jan 10, 2020 | Uncategorized
His Daughters It wasn’t the life you’d imagine. Most nights he’d be out, on the sherry early doors. Closing time, he’d come back and start. Exploding over nothing, he’d throw his tea at the wall, smash the place up, scatter...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 10, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Feasting She brought thoughts, words rather than grapes, slipped out among laundered clothes. Little offerings best but today he wanted more and she couldn’t deny him. Her tongue spilled stories he devoured, egged her on until the cough again,...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 9, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Morning has broken Please bear with me one tiny moment while I try to explain: listen: a speck of a half-fledged sparrow doesn’t sit at the top thin twig of a late winter tree and throat his half-formed song for all he is worth, which isn’t that...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 8, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
I’m worn out by talk of devastation I walk out the door, turning back to twist the key in the sticky lock. On the street my first impulse is to look around, tilt my ear to the faintest sounds, summon a semblance of optimism; but looking for the...
