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...
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...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 20, 2025 | Featured, Prose
A letter C The little piece of newspaper, crisp and dark with age, flutters out of the gritty space between the fridge and the cabinet. I am cleaning the house while my wife is at school and at first I don’t understand. It is small, less than an...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 19, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Hands Said To Head Hands said to Head look what you’ve made me do it’s not me, Head said, talk to Heart, that guy’s sick, Heart said whoa buddy, I take cues from Gut, whence all appetites bloom Gut growled, said nothing. Head said rumor is Gut’s...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 18, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
A Cry Female singing constitutes a ‘forbidden act’ (ḥarām), punishable under Article 638 of the Islamic Penal Code. When I was younger I used to sing. In private. Now whenever I open my mouth, it’s a cry for all the lives in...
