by Helen Ivory | Jul 9, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Biologist, the Poet and the Silverfish On my first ever date, he romances me not with poems but with talk of nocturnal dry-land fish, how they glide and skitter like mercurial swimmers and grace the damp of his bedsit grime. Like them, he has...
by Fahad Al-Amoudi | Jul 9, 2021 | Word & Image
Pin-Up Her red hair tawny as a fox. * The cameraman, I am nor rain, nor cloud, nor fog. * I mist the zoom with vaseline. * I ground her she floors me. * Her smile rare & fast as gun flash. * Her voice a smoking growl. * Just put your lips together and blow....
by Helen Ivory | Jul 8, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Many hands The day before the fridge broke down I wished it would shut up As I listened, trying to breathe, the noise separated I could hear the electrons shocking about in the wires the liquefied gas gurgling thinly in the pipes a ringing like a...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 7, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Lost Tongue Some said he had no tongue. The words he spoke came through his body. I watched him nod, put up a thumb, flick his head, shake a hand, shrug, and walk fast as if his feet were on fire. Not many people knew him or maybe they didn’t...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 6, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
No Show Poser un lapin is what I keep doing when I suggest we meet in the forest where the air is soft and the trees leafing as though we could walk side by side without touching as though you hadn’t entwined your feet round mine like roots...
