by Lydia Hounat | Sep 21, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Before the market town with the Pepper Pot building and the concrete bus station and its standing water, we were Hampshire, Beirut and Freetown with neat shelves of Vimto, ivory, Milupa, of Milton, tie-dyes, pink almonds and sugarcane. I picture...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 20, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
In the Line Up It’s beginning to rain. Just drizzle now but who knows what that portends. And there’s no shelter. But at least we’re moving, slowly to be sure, but forward. “What’s this line for?” I ask the guy...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 19, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
A Present for Cat If I could send you the perfect present it would be a box with the words DELICIOUS VICTORIA SPONGE CAKE on the front and when you open that box it would reveal another box with the words FEROCIOUS SCORPION!!! written across it...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 18, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Everyone Welcome I sit at the back of class, behind rows of people in padmasana. Legs crossed on their mats. I stay in my chair. I’m not everyone. I haven’t taught anyone in a chair before, says the teacher. I assume you know what you’re doing....
by Helen Ivory | Sep 17, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Lunchbreak She slips away from fire and steel, each dip of the paddle a balm for tension at the surface. She steers a course beyond the rocks, slow in the heavy water that still smarts with April’s chill and with the poise of someone at ease with...
