by Fathima Zahra | Nov 25, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Generational Divide She only speaks to me these days through groaning floorboards in the night and slammed doors. Through eye-rolls, half-eaten dinners, and empty packets of birth control pills. Her friends and their mothers are ghosts, glimpses of them...
by Fathima Zahra | Nov 24, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Hauntings No-one has seen a ghost while breast-feeding despite the unearthly hours, the half-light mad sing-song routines of rocking a child back to sleep. A potent cocktail of hormones. Perfect conditions, you’d think, for a woman to slip through...
by Fathima Zahra | Nov 23, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
As the Festival Wanes I The furniture covered in once transparent now foggy sheets craft the room a morgue, and we identity the bodies, “This cupboard, my mother brought with her from her father’s place.” “This couch still...
by Fathima Zahra | Nov 22, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Burning Wings Dark but tolerable The air, itself, no longer sweating. And the yellow moths like some strange throw-away tissues used up by nature circle the lamp hanging above. Nearer and further they stitch, around and back and past me. I see one...
by Fathima Zahra | Nov 21, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Grief I wasn’t in, so she left me a note. Each word a tangle of broken ends, some oddly linked to the next with a ghost trail of ink from her rose-gold marbled fountain pen, a rare indulgence she’d bought herself. I think I’m about finished, the...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 20, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Box of Disquiet truth be told part of me has lived in this box of disquiet for years and years let’s see one still summer’s day two of my teeth came out baby teeth plop plop ripe pears falling from my mouth I gasped and flushed poked my finger in...
