by Kate Birch | Nov 4, 2020 | Uncategorized
Angel of Fear He turns up at night, when clocks stop, parading his wings like a white peacock. Shh! I say, It’s late and I cannot sleep. But he is just there spinning the News. He does not drink, puffs menthols sadly and scuffles around like an...
by Kate Birch | Jan 10, 2020 | Uncategorized
At Christmas All Easyjet flights are cancelled – only difficult journeys now. Three in party hats come dragging their presents over a snowy car park. A few attendants shepherd them into a building: the call to desert places. Looking up for a...
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...
