The Red Shoes (for Karen) Dead on my feet, I watched those shoes flounce through the churchyard, dance on your grave, all vamp and platform. Flashes of red infected the corner of my eye as they tiptoed over my face. As I tried to sleep, I heard them clacking away the early hours like drunks … Continue reading ‘The Red Shoes’ by Joanne Key
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Two poems by Jo Bell
Kith A word made scant by frequent use. I like it for its urgency and spit, for its necessity. I like it for its oldness, for its slingshot certainty. I like it for its plainness; for belonging to the Northern tongue behind my teeth. I like it for its fighting talk. The known. The tribe. … Continue reading Two poems by Jo Bell
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