by Kayleigh Jayshree | Feb 26, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
buffoon after Anne Carson in no way, at all, was i supposed to – fuck you – enough months – and pints later – a conversation about bishop – air thick like gelatine – we both knew – we could get away with...
by Kayleigh Jayshree | Feb 24, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
hay sometimes i miss those carefree days of driving around listening to crucial conflict and fucking in funeral homes so i dream of you calling my name in an airport Sophie Kearing is a writer of stabby words but also warm wishes. Her work has...
by Kayleigh Jayshree | Feb 23, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Oracles Each year I am looking for signs, a white pebble, a dropped feather, shy shadow’s shape, red thread burning, how the beans fall in bright patterns, a walnut’s voyage in a silver bowl, sailing a birthday candle through night waters. I must hold...
by Kayleigh Jayshree | Feb 22, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
KILNER BANK Convolvulus strangles cow parsley and nightshade. Its pure white trumpets plead: Forgive us! Look how lovely we are! Behind the birch trees the hum of industry is punctured by the staccato clack of squabbling magpies. Off the track there’s an...
by Kayleigh Jayshree | Feb 21, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Payday Mid-afternoon and the streets smell of petrichor; people spilling out of pubs, crowding to smoke cigs in the early spring sunshine. I am alone, again. All my friends live thousands of miles away. I am closer to the people who are not near me...
by Kayleigh Jayshree | Feb 20, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Planet Nine You talk to me intently of black holes. I slip my hand into yours, unnoticed. You are absorbed in thoughts astronomical. I am stealing time. Swallowed by a constellation of brighter stars and suddenly you are on the cusp of the cusp of a place where...
