by Kate Birch | Sep 30, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Pressed Flower I start nicking her daisies as if they’re sunlight plunging forward up the cracked garden path, plucking handfuls to stuff in my pockets, so I might press them in-between the dry paragraphs of a heavy book kept at the bottom of a...
by Kate Birch | Sep 29, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Lilies of the Valley At four or five they gave to me A bed of Granddad’s un-worked land Between the shed and garden path And end-stopped by the water butt. The old man helped me dig and plant. Next Spring I watched the leaves unfurl, The buds...
by Kate Birch | Sep 27, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Cousin dear cousin how are you over on that side. i hear you lot get a bit of sun and field. does the heat cling. we don’t get much on this side. i’m not sure if you get much smog. sometimes it looks like there’s more of us than there are but then...
by Kate Birch | Sep 26, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Classified we do not know the name black boy aged twelve well-set with a good grasp of english has run described as agreeable no vices the young fellow believed to be between eleven and fifteen has been reported missing from listed...
by Kate Birch | Sep 25, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Loving the Social Anthropologist Almería His country was hot, his economy informal. His method was covert – participant observation. Before dawn in the square, he would watch the men gather collecting in shadows and concentric circles – the...
