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...
by Sairah Ahsan | Nov 21, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Manchester Piccadilly ➡ Wolverhampton Stepping into the opposing seat I smile, and the look I receive Makes me feel the antisocial one. With oh so many missed connections It seems that somewhere, somewhen, somehow Something has gone horribly...
