‘Papers’ by Roy McFarlane

Papers The day I was called into my mother’s bedroom the smell of cornmeal porridge still coloured the air, windowsills full of plants bloomed and dresses half-done hung from wardrobe doors and her Singer sewing machine came to rest like a mail train arriving at its final destination, foot off the pedal, radio turned down, she beckoned, touched me with those loving hands. Shrouded in … Continue reading ‘Papers’ by Roy McFarlane

‘Her story’ by Abegail Morley

  Her story I. Inside where the darkness stops, her bones are soft, pliable, her head half her weight. She curls in the curve of the crescent moon. Week 28, she feels pain. Inhales, exhales; downy hair covers her skin, like his. Waters break. II. Her room’s changed shape, dimension. No longer measured crown to rump, she stretches her length, cranks up Amy Winehouse, reads … Continue reading ‘Her story’ by Abegail Morley