by Kate Birch | Feb 15, 2021 | News, Picks of the Month
The subject matter is important and is expressed with grace and craft – the pressure of whiteness and what passes for beauty. A comment that encapsulates why Jenny Mitchell’s deeply personal yet universal and multi-layered ‘Vanishing Mother’ is the Ink...
by Memoona Zahid | Feb 15, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Matinal Fears I’m going to mess your life up— taping my thumb to my finger. I’m a big foot kind of bitch god, my father is scared to ask me the truth. I cannot wake from meat dreams, orange pulp fighting my maternal instinct. Let’s calm ourselves, wash...
by Kate Birch | Feb 14, 2021 | Word & Image
my mother is with the stars my mother is with the stars the missing buckle on Orion’s belt holding my favourite constellation in check – the Universe will be organised against its will – my Earth in chaos, still Helen...
by Memoona Zahid | Feb 14, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Haberdasher After Pascale Petit I found out where my heart is that he’s cut out with his tiny scissors. He stitched it to a t-shirt with her name on. Back in New York they spend the weekend together, wandering down avenues that all look the same. She...
by Memoona Zahid | Feb 13, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Migraine day Two charged wires, that shouldn’t meet, are touching and – deeply – a tenderness of bright red ulcer pulses. The sky is the colour of unrequited fights and love bites. The magpies are nervy. The weather – saw-toothed and pissed – is...
