by Elontra Hall | Sep 30, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Watching, January 2021 The new year slouches forward, unlovable, barely acknowledged but for tired, gritty eyes and a muffled scream into the kitchen towel. Pale moonlight streams through the blinds, watching the night in shiftless wakeful patterns, patience hardening...
by Elontra Hall | Sep 29, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Dehydration Never has there been so much interest in the humble tongue. It peek-a-boos from my mouth like the little man in a weather clock. The consultant’s quick look predicts storms in its fur. She keeps pouring water into my glass as fast as I can gulp it down –...
by Elontra Hall | Sep 26, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
weeks after being stabbed my brother saw his attacker at a petrol station my brother was alone & did not get out of the car even in the ambulance my brother said he wasn’t scared even when the white bathtowel we pressed against the stab wound...
by Elontra Hall | Sep 25, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The night before their wedding, Dad tells Mum two things I. He’s ten years older than he’d said, which makes him twenty-eight years older, not eighteen. It’s a bad blow. What’s done can’t be undone. Mum’s only choice is a hostel for unmarried mothers. She puts on...
by Elontra Hall | Sep 24, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Child’s Innocence in Gaza We are the ones who see big crackers burst every day— still wondering why the adults hate crackers. While everyone loves simulation games, we live inside them— the most real simulation is the war around us. There...
by Elontra Hall | Sep 23, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Tinkerbell on Queensway She barely glances at you when you chink your spare coins in her upturned cap, but still spreads a spell among the pavement footfalls, making her patch by the station a land you try not to invade. Not that you never see men...
