by Sofía Masondo | Oct 9, 2024 | Featured, Video
Magnificence For Spike Walker, Photomicrographer What jewelled gifts are these, spliced and stacked on platters of smeared glass? A universe of micro. You breathed life to mitre continents, raised spikebergs of vitamin C. Sulphur produced Marvel-ready planets...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 9, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
‘He opens his throat for the crow’ (Matthew Hedley Stoppard) Down the chimney at dawn – crow caw. Wings of night retract. What does it wake me to as sky is hearthed by morning and my home warms slow? Its meaning in my gullet, I learn the way of...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 8, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Last thing he does he dithers round the kitchen, lifts his 12-string from her hook, strikes a ringing rasgueado, the echo bouncing back emphatic from the slate flags and off the marble table. He opens up the draught and gives the creaking stove a...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 7, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
How it begins This is how (I like to think) it begins: night-time, August, the Devon cottage, where the darkness is so complete, you might lie in bed, hearing the flit flap skitter of moth wings, fearing their glancing caress against your cheek. Better...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 6, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
When Remembering I’m More Than What Wires into Forgetting When naked with myself, I feel where a right elbow isn’t, then is. I let my left palm guide me through the exhibition of my body. I’ve never been here before, or so it seems, as I photocopy...
