by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | May 24, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Samsara if samsara’s concrete please don’t come back as black jackal for I live in Norwich nor spineless worm as I don’t have a lawn ditto poppy fields with my hay fever nor breeze I don’t open those windows now so I might not hear you nor beige...
by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | May 23, 2026 | Featured, Prose
THE JUMBLE SALE The entry fee for the jumble sale at the homeless mission costs 20 pence or a pair of men’s jeans. I don’t have a pair of jeans with me would you believe. My quiet piece of silver plinks into the plastic bucket, and I reflect what...
by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | May 22, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Mother Leaves Post-it Notes on my Pillow and Signs with a Smiley I grew up on a farm so I should know all about expensive cows and free milk. You’re taking being a debutante much too literally. We only meant to give permission for you to make a...
by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | May 15, 2026 | Reviews
Rachel Dacus writes ‘I would say that magical realism in poetry (and fiction) removes the argument of “likeness”. It plunges the reader straight into an altered world, offering only mystery as a doorway. It isn’t always an easily entered door, but...
by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | May 6, 2026 | Word & Image
home poem 2 hi mum im good mum how are you good good yeah im okay yes im fine you yes I wrote my essay I got a first I want to go home 1000 pounds yes of flesh dry cracked sticking out in the winter yes I got the coat from sports...
