Welcome to Zimmer-zine
The e-zine for all those who are not dead yet!
| WASHER WOMAN |
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She started work with the birds lit the fire beneath the copper ladled water let it spill, cold and sparkling from the lone brass tap. Hands rubbed raw hadn’t healed from the previous wash glistened red with white petroleum jelly. On a rusty nail on a green door his pit clothes cried she left these till last till white sheets had been boiled dolly blued and starched. In the backyard, chickens pecked sparse grass in cobbled cracks squawked at pegged ghosts on a swaying line. Her mother brewed strong tea in a pint pot watched her wring and mangle check whites for blemishes sniff at the boiling under garments cough in the hot steam lift a dead mouse with a coal shovel. |
| PINK CARBOLIC |
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Let the camera roll unwind the bobbin spill the spool black and white moves the warp of the widow weft of a shuttle coal dust in thin air washed and scrubbed with a line of truth dead men’s memories flakes of skin deep as a pit mined wheels turn ahead with no gears a dream in a cage clogs interlocked a Cherub without wings seams unpicked coal and cotton a dead king and one sad dolly Pink carbolic seen through rose coloured bubbles Comfort with no softener is the crack of a belt on a bare buttock. |
| SALLY JAMES |