by Helen Ivory | Sep 8, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
The Last Person on Earth I don’t know why I went, I’d already heard about the time a colleague’s husband turned up at the staff barbecue and punched him. We met at The Prince of Wales but he refused to go in because a sixth former was working at...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 7, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
A mother teaches her Neurodiverse child colours What colour is the dog? The dog is brown. Can you see the brown dog? What colour is the cat? The cat is black. Can you see the black cat? What colour is the school? The school is too-bright primary...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 6, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Some Hope I am a clown performing slapstick at a funeral, Cassandra whispering to Narcissus, an ant on the lawn at a posh garden party mooning policemen with pepper sprays, I am a blunt pencil snarling death-threats at the deaf (while hoping for...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 5, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
The rain is expected to stop in 8 minutes and start again in 29 minutes I am lying on grass There is blue sky above me And an aeroplane And a fly I am a David Hockney painting (Minus the fly) I work as a volunteer at Oxfam putting donated clothes...
by Kate Birch | Sep 4, 2024 | Reviews
At the Edge of Language Simon Maddrell, The Whole Island There are some diamonds that are mostly black because their unique crystalline structure absorbs most of the light. Change your perspective as you look at them and it seems that different parts...
