Good things come in threes – after much (often unsuccessful) submitting, I have another poem up on Ink, Sweat and Tears – a webzine with real soul run by the wonderful Helen Ivory. This one is very tender, very close to my heart. I hope it speaks for itself without much need for explanation, butContinue reading “‘Does it hurt?’: newly published by Ink, Sweat and Tears”
I suppose it has something to do with the porch where I opened the trinket shop, selling lumps of gravel and dandelions through the letterbox, or the cockle shells arranged in a witch’s seance along the edges of our rug, inhaling the smell of settled soot, door shut, waiting for life to happen. Then somethingContinue reading “What have I built?”
Last Friday the stove blew up And our home came to the ground. Blackened plates, blackened telephone, Blackened stew (nothing new). Mother moaned merrily As the brambles swarmed and Earth Took back our house: An opportune disaster.