by Helen Ivory | Jul 5, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Road to Witcombe Water As she passed the white hemlock weeds that crowded the verges beneath the wires from the Old Exchange, my mother left her footprints remembered by the gravel, dusty tracks by the lichgate, fifty years by the weathered,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 4, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Sweeping out the Store Before the finality of his broom and the open door he pauses to study the trails toing and froing along the dusty sidewalk some crossing this threshold to buy supplies a pair or two don’t stop head on past to the saloon...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 3, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Shed Key has a Passive Voice The shed key was lost. The little one tells me it was sucked down a super massive black hole the middle one hopes we will find it by clawing through cat shit the biggest one emits a sound akin to the thump of a...
by Fahad Al-Amoudi | Jul 2, 2021 | More Word & Image
Thoughts from my morning coffee cup ‘Meet you in memory Present time has forgot Thoughts burn Like kerosene Cold blood now Feels hot.’ Emilie Inger Camilla Branford is a bilingual Fine Art graduate based in Kent. Her practise is...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 2, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Cold Case Their front door. What was the colour? Blue? Green? No, some things they could agree so it must have been white, no doubt a beaten white, needing a repaint. Because, after all this time, it’s the truth he wants, a nailing of fault, he...
