Tag: Creative Writing

COMFORT FOODS // Little Doorways – Elin Morris

Food was my grandmother’s love language. She was from Malaysia, where good food is priority number one. Achi—the Sinhalese word for grandmother and what we called her—met my Welsh grandad during the Malayan Emergency in the 1950s, where he was serving in the British police force. They got married and settled down in Cardiff, before he died relatively young.

ONE POEM – Hannah Comerford

He did not listen; instead, he pulled
a ring from his pocket, slipped it onto
her finger, blood caking the diamonds

COMFORT FOODS // Kaja Weeks

Alone in the silence of my immigrant-family’s kitchen was the ubiquitous grainy black bread, butter in a porcelain dish left out to soften all day, and from the fridge tangy sausage or marinated fish.

COMFORT FOODS // Parádosi – Kalliste Hardy

In that bowl is something sacred, something only two people had witnessed the creation of. I ask Nene if this is what God felt like when he made the world. She tells me that we must feel better, because we never use a recipe.

ONE POEM –  Lola Dekhuijzen

Sometimes I cheated,
let my sheets stand dead still
in the supermarket queue while I
hid in bed. No one suspected a thing.

ONE POEM – Olivia Walwyn

First frost of the year
and the river is submerged in mist;
a blaze of sunlight
melting everything to dew.