Zoe Brooks Poet & Writer

This poem was first published in Pennine Platform magazine. It remains one of my favourites. MY GRANDFATHER AND UNCLE My grandfat...

Ultrasound (To my unborn son) Refracted by water like a silver fish, not pausing beneath sounds, turning which way. Through ...

WALLS Through the walls my neighbours make love. Her cries cling like the trail of snails upon the kitchen floor, clear...

For my magic realism review blog I recently read and reviewed  Larque On The Wing  by Nancy Springer. In it a middle-aged woman is for...

The Breaking of the Blood It is very clear to me, as it is clear to all of us, that memory of the first trace of blood. It was...

The illustrations for my poetry book  Fool’s Paradise  are prints by my friend and mentor Hannah Kodicek. Hannah produced a whole s...