by Helen Ivory | Dec 15, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
I am the Groupie I stalk Frink’s warrior – London, Liverpool, Swindon, Chicago. He entices me into art galleries and sculpture parks in the pouring rain. I want to know the dreams that curl up in his bones, the length of his longing, depth of his...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 14, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The Deputy His office Next to the Head’s Was so untidy, Papers on chairs, Rubbish bin overflowing But it was here They all waited, For an interview Or a result. Amongst his jumble And his wall charts And the red faced Secretary Apologising. ...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 13, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
What the data about migration told me We are incoming packets discrete, carrying our own context. Our aim is to pass through without being stored in a session. We choose the optimal path for delivery, clustering at the interface between nodes....
by Helen Ivory | Dec 12, 2020 | Featured, News, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Please join us for a zoom launch of our annual Twelve Days of Christmas feature, on 13th December at 4pm GMT. Our 12 readers are: Pascal Vine , David Bleiman, Maggie Mackay, Amlanjyoti Goswami, Carole Bromley, Lesley Ingram, Ramona Herdman, Sue Burge, Susie...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 11, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Taking HRT at The Neon Sign Museum, Las Vegas Popped tubes and leaking neon. Lucky, Golden Gate, Circus-Circus, half illuminated Happy Days. Scorching pinks turned to blues, stiletto heels snapped to slippers, bright night shine, dull by dusk. The...
