Home comforts Until you’ve lived in a country full of kitchens full of saucepans that slowly creak to the boil, a kettle won’t seem to whistle like the owner of a loose dog calling it back, calling it home. Twenty years apart With a synchronised swivelling of necks and a coughed silence, … Continue reading Three poems by Matthew Stewart
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‘Formica’ by Matthew Stewart
Formica An ochre dusk through the window, stewed apples sighing from the hob and slippers squeaking back and forth on the lino. Mum’s become Gran, Son now Dad, but a boy still plays at the same Formica table. This kitchen’s hub, its ersatz knots are giving off a perfect shine. (published in The … Continue reading ‘Formica’ by Matthew Stewart
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