by Sairah Ahsan | Nov 26, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Us and Them They’ve mended the park fence again, patched it over with the usual ugly metalwork, like a riot barricade. That’ll keep them out – the delinquents, the ne’er-do-wells, who break in and sit on the grass in the...
by Sairah Ahsan | Nov 25, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Return Across the barren land where blood once played its savage Holi, the fearless migratory birds have returned again. In the melancholy blue sky their wings beat with a message of arrival. Blooming flowers fell in the middle of the day— they...
by Sairah Ahsan | Nov 24, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Examining clots It wobbles slightly, red wine jelly. I peer at it, nose close enough to smell the iron, the scent of coagulant, inhaling through slightly parted lips I imagine I can taste it, how everything tasted metallic, like monkey bar poles...
by Sairah Ahsan | Nov 23, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Kamila Seen as she’d hung her cranial lantern from the roof of her step-father’s garden shed, the parabolic formula was skipped; like two calves, we followed the fence to the end of the foot-ball pitch. Beneath their sprinklers, we kissed on our...
by Sairah Ahsan | Nov 22, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Common Ground Behind the block, the night tears in scrub-calls. Fox kill scores the morning, ripped by prints in muck. There’s a form for this, a number to call, an action plan, a statement on how the city manages its wild, what to do when...
