Catherine Shonack

    white flag, black flag he lived with his hand permanently on the throttle, like it would kill him if he let it go. existence passed in flashes, his alcohol soaked dreams indistinguishable from reality—he was a victim of his divorced mind chalking up his...

Ansuya Patel

    Bananas My mother gives me a pound note, creased, warm like a secret. Go buy a pound of bananas, she says, and I, too quick, ran out. I walk the tiled floor of the grocers, past rows of sparkly gala apples, ruby grapes size of gobstoppers. I point at the...

Pippa Little

    A woman is scrubbing a grave A woman is scrubbing a grave but the blood remains a woman dreams of a brown beast driven mad and knows it is herself a woman believes the voice in her mind nurses the splinter of glass in her heart a woman may defend herself...
Nina Nazir

Nina Nazir

                                                                 In the Japanesque Garden, I Realised     Nina Nazir is a British Pakistani poet, writer, visual artist and blogger based in Birmingham, UK. She has been published widely online and in print....