by Memoona Zahid | Mar 24, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
We Secretly Hate You Here’s our booth, come sit with us for a second. Come share this necklace with us. The vibrations here are excellent all night. Have you read Mira Kirshenbaum? That’s okay. Have a sniff of this. It’s meant to hurt a...
by Memoona Zahid | Mar 23, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
A NOTE ON PINK These things are pink: tongue; blush; intestine. Candyfloss. Ham. Flamingo. This much we know. The lotus flower is an excellent example of pink. The pink grapefruit is internally pink, but externally a warm peach. A sunrise is sometimes...
by Memoona Zahid | Mar 22, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
winter monsoon, Bangkok, 2020 in Bangkok students amass asking after the disappeared in the shade of a banyan tree cut in half, in a diary twisting sugar with ink a seer wonders how to speak of what she has embroidered of a night world of frangipani...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 21, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Beachcombing at Night I find a broken compass behind his right ear, two Euros behind his left, bent spoons in each armpit, AA batteries behind both of his knees. He hands me a torch, nothing happens when I flick the switch. ‘Ah!’ I swap the...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 20, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Sunday Mornings You place the pieces on the table pendulum rocker-arm weights escape wheel use a toothbrush frisk the cogs There is a limit to tightening the time a risk of breaking The grandfather should not be tilted sideways backwards ...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 19, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
After Visiting Grandma After Susan B. Anthony Somers-Willett I walk home from the bone orchard, my fist a jaw of keys. To think I used to know nothing of teeth. Like any good hunter I wear the pelt of the beast – my first boyfriend’s red hoodie....
