by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | Jun 22, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Renegade Voices I am most visceral when being disarmed by a song, a lyric written and sung… in the broad New Yawk vowels of Dean Friedman. The scowl of Dylan. The scat and growl of George Ivan. Matthew Devereux’s demonic staccato. Pierce...
by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | Jun 21, 2026 | Featured, Prose
The Last Key My father died with all his keys still on the ring. House key. Padlock key. The tiny brass one for the old suitcase he never opened. Office key for a job he left in 2002. A car key for a Toyota that rusted behind the house. I...
by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | Jun 17, 2026 | Reviews, Uncategorized
When Karen McCarthy Woolf begins Unsafe with an epigraph from Romantic poet John Clare, the son of a farmer who witnessed the rights to the countryside transfer from common people to private landowners, we are promised a grapple with the...
by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | May 31, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Kafkaesque Imagine waking up one day and discovering that you are a horse. At first, you might not believe it and think you are dreaming. Gradually, you would come to realise and go, hahaha! Oh my god! A horse? You would look down at this body...
by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | May 30, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Halting Dreams The leaves are growing out of a harangue of loneliness palms cupped I listen to silences of winter or summers and unmask faces caught in tangle of storm, the history of what was not written or recorded in books, time’s erasure in...
