‘As I write the curse, my daughter turns inside me like a root shifting underground, carving a path through tonnes of soil and rock, cracking the paving stones. I send the curse speeding through the ether to its target. I feel, for the first time in a long time, emptied of hornets.’
Jessica Traynor Essay Issue 48: Summer 2023
Jessica Traynor Poetry Issue 37, Volume 2: Winter 2017-18
Jessica Traynor Poetry Issue 14, Volume 2: Winter 2009