by Helen Ivory | Oct 2, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Hello, I’ve crafted myself a god from the kind of modelling clay you fire in your kitchen oven. I can lift my god with my hands, carry god around. Look, my god has fourteen heads, each one mounted on its own elegant neck — fourteen necks rising...
by Kate Birch | Oct 1, 2022 | News
LEOTARD I am a small parcel a small peach in a brown paper bag a tightly cornered hot-crossed bun I tremble in a tin I love Victorian buildings I fall asleep in a red Renault Cleo am so kind am so tired go for the bread at...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 1, 2022 | Featured, Poetry, Translation
I saw I saw American night in broad daylight I saw houses worth millions of dollars and houses without windows on the outskirts Detroit I saw my ancestors’ American dream several Mexicans cleaning in a hotel where I danced YMCA at a wedding...
