by Kate Birch | Dec 27, 2023 | Filmpoems, Twelve Days of Christmas
The Moth Poem She sees the little lost one everywhere, eyes on the dead moths curled on her windowsill. I see what was: rosy maple moths like Battenbergs on her fingertips, A weaver’s wave moth in the countryside the day she broke down and I wasn’t there....
by Kate Birch | Dec 14, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Lockdown Seven turkey vultures with grasping fingers, their feathers splayed wide along a black fence, the day after I veer around yellow tape and red lights, the news of children murdered once again, every ten days more death...
by Kate Birch | Dec 8, 2023 | News, Picks of the Month
A tiny thing, an absolute punch to the gut though. Ann Heath’s poem was a ‘devastating portrayal of grief’. It moved voters while also perplexing them. It was beautiful and spare but also ‘powerfully odd’ and complex, and it is for this...
by Kate Birch | Nov 10, 2023 | News, Picks of the Month
‘It’s so straightforward, so devastating.’ It was the extraordinary child in ‘The Sorry Letter’ that got your votes. Michelle Diaz’s ‘delicate, poignant and compelling’ poem was relatable and familiar to some. Others...
by Kate Birch | Nov 1, 2023 | News
Jam Gentle tufts pulled rough at the stem, unwind in my left palm. Hands swing into bell petals, velvet afternoon air. Butter the sunset in snatches, clouds fold, rain dusted glass. A cowbell rings low. Past lives ripen: echo. Kayleigh...
