Household Fires – Jenny Drai
First we burn the formal dresses, then a
boa of pale white feathers
Imperatives for Carrying On in the Aftermath – Natasha Tretheway
Do not hang your head or clench your fists
when even your friend, after hearing the story,
says: My mother would never put up with that.
Wild Peregrinations – Emma Neale
From the lookout point
of sleep’s edge
the years spread back
with all the pinprick fires and dark clutches
of an old, uneasy settlement.