by IB | Mar 31, 2025 | Word & Image
Nothing goes without saying Beatriu Delaveda is the pseudonym of a writer who used to live in Chester and has publiished five books as well as two chapbooks of visual poetry. The poetry, fiction, and...
by IB | Mar 31, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Photo of a man lighting up in the snow In the wrong shoes, no gloves, his dark coat and hat are greyed with snow. He is in white-out, stopped in his tracks, dying for the comfort of a fag. He makes a chalice around the flame, hands becoming shield so he can...
by IB | Mar 30, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Annette’s Ode Slithering through incisor-gap, English leapt from your lips to mine, a string between you & me, ringed with hot coals we slide back & forth in the air like abacus beads. Coals that warm & warn: lighting the way as best...
by IB | Mar 30, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
How It Ends There is an album of all the men your mother have loved. It sits every night in the deep silence of the basement. Tonight, your mother burns the album, she pours fire into her longing. Every memory carries a flame, every man with his own ash....
by IB | Mar 29, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Great Depression If they ask where I am, tell them: I am wintering. I have secreted small acorns of sadness in crevices of gnarled limbs and shall be savouring their bitternesses on the back of my tongue until the days lengthen. But mainly, I’ll be...
