by Kate Birch | Jan 10, 2020 | Uncategorized
Sparklen Bottle Grandma’s sparklen in the winterdark house where I grew up loved me the best: I pushed my nose up close to see fireflies leap and sputter, glow-worms climb and fall in tiny squeezes, flayed hearts of angels – I know she whispered...
by Kate Birch | Jan 10, 2020 | Uncategorized
His Daughters It wasn’t the life you’d imagine. Most nights he’d be out, on the sherry early doors. Closing time, he’d come back and start. Exploding over nothing, he’d throw his tea at the wall, smash the place up, scatter...
