by Kayleigh Jayshree | Dec 13, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Dead of Winter Someday I’ll be gray and not white. Just like blonde was prettier on the playground, white is the bride of winter. Gray makes the dead sick. If my inner child is kidnapped, I’ll freeze my nightmares to that ole pole. I don’t...
by Kayleigh Jayshree | Dec 12, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
A Rumination With ginger chai, lounged in the balcony, Revisiting the years she and her spouse Endeavoured for a better, self-owned house, She takes a breath of content, finally. But why is there no lustre in her eyes? Nostalgia? This cannot be...
by Kayleigh Jayshree | Dec 11, 2023 | Word & Image
Portrait of writer Nicolas Padamsee: (Oil on paper) Wake up to me somewhere in the outskirts of London back at home I am drinking tea out of a steel glass with a thick rim somewhere in a colourful Grecian neighborhood lips and cigarettes burn, politics, and sex...
by Kayleigh Jayshree | Dec 11, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Questions We were always in the car that year the price of having a nice house in a nice area get in get in it’s time to go where are we going our friends the supermarket the cinema the mall just for a drive between banks of jaded...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 10, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Stuffed Monkey from Jane Grigson’s English Food It’s impossible to foretell what will provoke tears, the sort that well up and tip over while you hold onto the kitchen sink waiting for them to subside. It could be a bunch of keys, so many of them...
