by Memoona Zahid | Apr 23, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The depressed girl makes a smoothie Strawberries. Cut them up into pebble-sized pieces. They’re supposed to go out of date in three days but one of them already has mould growing on it. It reminds me of the sky I see through my bedroom window on a mostly...
by Memoona Zahid | Apr 23, 2021 | Word & Image
What do you keep in your cupboard when it rains? An apple (forever round – forever red) which I bite infinitely wised. I keep you within the dip of my hand, who knits and keeps together my destiny lines, like a zen garden. An ocean of rain water, to drink...
by Memoona Zahid | Apr 22, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Cost of Living after Deborah Levy His hair was not silver and not pinned into a bun. I’ve been reading it over and over. Obsession over something harmless must be a good thing. It’s a book, safe, I’ve been told. A woman saying things I like to hear,...
by Memoona Zahid | Apr 21, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Homing I My mum used to say that when she died she wanted to come back as a well looked after cat. Two weeks before, for Christmas, I bought her a cat onesie. We assumed she would be spending plenty of time on the sofa with our tabbies – enough for the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 20, 2021 | Featured, Prose
Cutting Through The tea-light flames would dance as if a modernist ballet were being staged in each of the glass dishes from expensive supermarket puddings. He had dotted them around his ground floor flat, on various pieces of unlikely furniture...
