by Helen Ivory | Dec 9, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Mean sister We are stuck in our own words, not hearing each other. Sixty-somethings, we may as well be six, throwing sticks down the beck or poking dolls eyes out of their sockets, scribbling on their perfect faces. We are well rehearsed, know our cues,...
by Kate Birch | Dec 8, 2023 | News, Picks of the Month
A tiny thing, an absolute punch to the gut though. Ann Heath’s poem was a ‘devastating portrayal of grief’. It moved voters while also perplexing them. It was beautiful and spare but also ‘powerfully odd’ and complex, and it is for this...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 8, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The Day Of Un-Visitation ..there is a day of visitation given to all… Robert Barclay of Ury, 1678 I heard a calm, clear voice. But not with my ears. Not my outward ears. It wasn’t madness. For a moment I was Lady Julian. For a moment I...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 7, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
How the Wych-elm Once Reached tall as the absentee house. How the girl moored her hands and heart charmed by riven bark. How its name was thrilling frightening as the adults disguised witches. How the woman returns...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 6, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Lovely Feet I dream I’m at the hospital massaging your feet, your tiny feet that I have freed from their tight white stockings and covered in aromatic oils, as your lover lies beside you stroking your lioness head which turns and gently purrs at...
