by Kate Birch | Jul 2, 2024 | Word & Image
The Days of Our Girls I can’t look at you or make my peace with you now but you are the sun casting a shadow of me across the days of our girls Jonathan Edis is a dad, lecturer & osteopath in London. He’s in several poetry groups & a rep...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 2, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
How many handfuls of mush today? On a good day it’s 13, on a bad day it’s more like 79. Shall we build you out of cardboard? Shall we build you out of tin cans? Maybe tin cans would be more durable. Last time the cardboard got wet. You are no less...
by Kate Birch | Jul 1, 2024 | News
Offals The flavours of home are off-putting. Offals, glands, chitterlings; this last one, we call chinchulínes, my favourite. I always liked the name, the word’s aftertaste greasy like a swallow flying to better places leaving the ovenbird behind to build its...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 1, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Old Growth His wife heeds risk from a distance. For country dwellers the strains of a chainsaw are seldom an annoyance, unless too close at hand, they affirm a place amongst birdsong. To keep an engine thrumming, to perform the perfect cleft how...
