Katherine Leaver

Creative Writing, Venue

Here, home

In the comfort of our conversation I can draw The precise angles of the scenery in my head For you, if you want You whistle through the mist that surrounds me sometimes and I close my eyes and follow and I am safe You ask to hold the shapes I see And I am grateful…

Creative Writing, OldVenue

Creative Writing: Birthday

legs break beneath a body heavier than it was before my head is dead in this universe alight skin numb and thudding beneath the plastic sheet of sound and through the vacuum of the downward spiral of my neck I bury my poison ivy in places my A levels told me about bile and electricals…