by Fathima Zahra | Dec 16, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
The Conversations of Ghosts Sometimes I’d swear that the ancient box fan I’ve hauled around with me for years is a receiver for the conversations of ghosts not unlike the way hats I’ve bought at vintage shops still hold trace elements of the...
by Fathima Zahra | Dec 15, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
All House Holds Dead in a chest, are folded matinee jackets, bonnets, bootees and mitts. Tissue sighs like the sea at Lowestoft, always Third week in August Once stuffed with baby breaths, the back bedroom holds only a tallboy with stashed school reports, ties without...
by Fathima Zahra | Dec 14, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Spindles We clipped a window through the currant, sat on folding chairs with keep-cups, wrapped in blankets as we yelled through the prescribed two-metre gap. Then took to mending – darning socks and patching favourite denims, exchanging threads in...
by Fathima Zahra | Dec 13, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Finland, December 2015 Illness had left me brittle as frost, icicle-thin swaddled in borrowed warmth that couldn’t keep out the wind’s chill, prying fingers, shivering in at every edge. The lake, frozen, feet-thick, immense, swathed in drifts of...
by Fathima Zahra | Dec 12, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Eating figs on the bathroom floor on marble tiles bird like I am a pin measuring drops in the toilet bowl disembogued into this locked space with depressions of earth staring at me the bathroom keeps the history of my enclosures fake windows chewing up...
by Fathima Zahra | Dec 11, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Doors My parents’ house became a place of closed white doors, where sound hung spare and echoes found no junk or clutter to rest themselves upon. You move quietly, in a house like that, learn side-feet, stop-breath, corner-pause, learn to turn reverberating...
