by Fathima Zahra | Feb 27, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The city asleep Street after street, ears bright to bass and tune of two thudding feet, gradients of breathing. But rain is brooding. Sparse headlights, ambient drone of cars kissing tarmac, merging — but rain twists senses, fractures distance,...
by Fathima Zahra | Feb 26, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Milk break, lunch break Working the land on good days, after Easter, people would hear the breaks occur at school, children calling as they ran into the playground, familiar skipping rhymes rising from the babble. An ample fence stood between them...
by Fathima Zahra | Feb 25, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Patience Some days, the privilege of living isn’t enough. The weight of the kettle is unbearable. You leave the teabag forlorn in the mug, unpoured. Cooking seems too great a price to pay for eating. Instead, you sit and you look at a book without...
by Fathima Zahra | Feb 24, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Funeral Slowly, ordinarily, the unimaginable happens, lowering the past into the dark, covering it. You’ll live to receive the haunts of jagged occasion blunting to dust and dream in the sift of going on. Till then, though, this keeps you. The bleak clothes...
by Fathima Zahra | Feb 23, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Clive Donovan has three poetry collections, The Taste of Glass [Cinnamon Press 2021], Wound Up With Love [Lapwing 2022] and Movement of People [Dempsey&Windle 2024] and is published in a variety of magazines including Acumen, Agenda, Crannog, Ink Sweat and...
by Fathima Zahra | Feb 22, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The Last Train Home We left the play early. It was the last day before the start of secondary school. Dad told me off for slapping the seats, wanting to see the dust rise like smoke. Floating to the ceiling, dirtying the lights. The doors hissed...
