by Leah Jun Oh | Feb 24, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
The Nightwatchman Over his shoulder, I’m watching him chew sarnies out of grease-proof, at his last place of work, cracking a pack of Rich Tea. Between one snap and the next, he follows the beam of his torch, ferreting to the four corners of the...
by Leah Jun Oh | Feb 23, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
The Talk There are cheese and onion crisps in a flowered bowl, sliced tomatoes, strong tea, Mr Kipling’s Fondant Fancies, ye always loved those, all the news that matters, a family that doesn’t speak English has moved into Mrs McLeod’s God rest...
by Leah Jun Oh | Feb 22, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
To Stability The consultants agree your latest bloods and lung function indicate stability; that you’re likely to remain disastrously alive as a toothache buzzing like an electric saw applied to your wide-awake jaw, alive as a spinal injury that’s...
by Leah Jun Oh | Feb 21, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Frenemy Ever noticed how your legs stop moving when you fly? As a crow makes a sudden dive up through the mirror. I too have mapped my body against clouds of glass, masked like a surgeon on the Canterbury 17. On arrival she says she’ll cut my...
by Leah Jun Oh | Feb 20, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Sonic Boom It knocked you for seven in the frozen aisle. It wasn’t sound. It was faster than that. You’re going through the ice box, rooting for peas when, with a BOOM, you have your life play the drums in your ears. You hear the past crackle...
by Leah Jun Oh | Feb 19, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Luciferins Yeah: all the colours crowding the daylight claiming their own place in the sun and then there’s us reacting with oxygen to make our own position clear, our own availability gorgeous. Pride? Yeah: why not, we say as we spark the...
