by Helen Ivory | Feb 5, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Subtraction of Grief Yesterday I slipped into a broken space the wind couldn’t mend. Beside me the reservoir dazzled in the cold sunshine and larch trees losing their copper needles in the fleecing gusts were still, are always, all one in...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 4, 2022 | News
Please join us on zoom for live readings from Martin Figura, Stuart Charlesworth and Leah Jun Oh on Sunday 6th February at 4pm UTC This is part of our monthly award-winning ‘Live from the Butchery’ series, hosted by Helen Ivory and Martin Figura from their home (an...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 4, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
A Pale Fire of Roses It’s a child’s game: knock on the door and run away. Each time she looked out, she couldn’t see who’d knocked. Reporting it felt foolish: it’s only a knock on the door. Fourth time and...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 3, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
True Lies My bro’s so good at dying, he shakes this way and that, dancing in the shrapnel. Mama shouts play nice so we bundle into the sofa bed, bodies clumsily naive. Arnie’s on the telly, a CIA agent, a body of nothing but muscle and man,...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 2, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
How Inferiority Complex Talks to A Writer Whose Mother Tongue is Urdu I wake up at 7 am, sleep again for two hours, get up at 9 am to finally work, open my laptop, remind myself, no big deal, it’s a day, after all, it will pass. Boss sends a...
