by Prerana Kumar | Feb 21, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Wasp’s Nest I wanted to be a goat when I was a child. Agile and cloven- hooved. My days were spent poking cowpats with a stick, sending clouds of bluebottles into the hot sky as the hay meadows chirped with crickets and grasshoppers. One evening...
by Prerana Kumar | Feb 20, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The New Owner Meets The Duende in the Old Barn Last night, in the stone barn behind the house I met a duende, knee-high, Bigfoot stomping, Spluttering gobbledigook. ‘What’s your problem, Duende?’ I asked. Perhaps a touch Patronizing. ‘You, you,...
by Prerana Kumar | Feb 19, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Evening Lists Inadequacies unreels our slippages. My daughter kaleidoscopes supermarket-aisles in the apartment lift monotone. Squirrelling through the doorway, she pictures what to; I don’t....
by Helen Ivory | Feb 18, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Weekend Work Do Tina and I are circling the room at speed wrapped in white table cloths. Who knew this was what we came here for? We are tiddly after a day of contributing — to workshops in small groups, structured chats on the sunny lawn — by...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 16, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Getting Somewhere We don’t admit to depending on the brakes too much. But the garage tells us we need to change the pads again. We don’t enjoy brinkmanship, but our new tyres have already started to lose their grip. We don’t want to crash, we’re...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 15, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Broken English When I was younger, for a long time I assumed that being an immigrant, I could not fully understand or Enjoy English verse, wrote Elif Shafak, novelist, last Saturday In The Guardian. There would always be Something I would miss...
