by Helen Ivory | Apr 10, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Ripe We’re drinking wine in your kitchen, months before the hot oil of my concern begins to spit. I’m telling a story with both hands while you chop garlic, drain another glass. Over dinner we make up theories for the new pint glass squatting in...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 9, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Skin deep You notice the crepe of your neck and belly first. This skin you bake in the sun. At least your stomach hides it’s nudity most of the time. You start using factor fifty face cream and tell yourself you don’t mind the deep crease between...
by Kate Birch | Apr 8, 2024 | Reviews
The epigraph to Owen Lewis’s new work of poetry, Knock-knock (Dos Madres Press, 2024), makes reference to a quote from the Porter in William Shakespeare’s Macbeth, which many see as a very welcome break from all the madness and murder taking place in the play, meant...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 8, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Watching the ‘Strictly’ Results Show on a Sunday night Knowing what we know about the pain of the world, who wins and who loses might feel like a betrayal. Too many sequins, too much glitter, a vacuous distraction and yet ...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 7, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Wind Come my love with me alone to inhabit those years again Sean Hewitt, Night Ballad Oh walk with me up the slippery lane when the frost has turned to ice. The wren in the hedge may catch our eye as if flits from twig to twig as it follows us....
