‘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

‘Through Carved Wooden Binoculars’ by Sarah Salway

  Through Carved Wooden Binoculars 1. I want to carve you some wooden binoculars. 2. I want to sew you a suit from slivers of bark. 3. I want to run up and down your body like an ant. 4. I want to take each one of your feet and bury it in earth. 5. I want you to stand still until you feel your … Continue reading ‘Through Carved Wooden Binoculars’ by Sarah Salway