by Helen Ivory | Feb 10, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Rooms Inside the sweet and charmless one, the filthy one, the room with flies or night wasps singing far too high. Shutterless and bleached and all-too-ready-rooms, the gassy room, fitted out with pique and sorrow, the one cascading with cries and...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 9, 2022 | Featured, Prose
Pulling together Yasmin and Josef lived on Laburnum Avenue, an unremarkable suburban street where the bins were emptied on time. Yasmin and Josef felt at home but when the form from the Be a Better Neighbour! campaign arrived, Yasmin didn’t quite...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 8, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Happening Locally Because the park has hidden the place, the parents of fashionable dogs won’t know. Because the grass has covered up the mud where the knees slid, the couple holding hands won’t know. Because the sirens are quiet, the officers...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 7, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Cep Some years I miss the days of its fruiting or else it doesn’t show: a sign of what’s going on underground how hylae and mycelia are faring. Beneath pines at the woodland edge where a little light comes in its soft egg protrudes meaty and...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 6, 2022 | Featured, Prose
The Ominous Sweetie-Jar Ever since he was 17, Angus had been saving the tiny hairs shaved from his chin by a succession of electric razors. Now, aged 67, he had one of those old-fashioned, large, glass, sweetie-jars almost full of his own tiny...
