Fête de la musique A capella on the metro Maria hesi- tates into song, her voice broken; she eases her throat open till the notes come clean and clear as wind over ice-fields; she melts ipods, floods the carriage with pure sound, drowns station announcers, and overwhelms the under-breath hymns of my neighbour. I cannot sing, so how could I channel a living if … Continue reading Three poems by Kate Noakes