by IB | Mar 24, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The Work of Hands And once the father frowned As the boy struggled to fasten The drawbridge on his fort. ‘He’ll never be any good With his hands’ he declared, As if the boy wasn’t there. And once he beat the boy For palming a Dinky toy His mother refused...
by IB | Mar 23, 2025 | Featured, Flash Fiction
Fisherman After a long, dreich day in the firth – soaked gansey, torn gloves, a few sorry mackerel dangling from the lines – I hauled up on the beach. Thick smell of wrack. Bird cries. Night. I lit a kerosene lamp, stood at the sea’s edge,...
by IB | Mar 22, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Afterlife Perhaps the friends of Lazarus, who died and slipped his shroud, on seeing him might swoon or rush to hear the tales of that beyond they hoped and feared to face. Perhaps some cried or shook and got themselves quite drunk by noon. Or had the...
by IB | Mar 21, 2025 | Filmpoems
CW: flashing lights I Am a Poet I was made to strum the chords of your heart Your arteries are strings to my fingers All these photographs, still I keep you snapping I am how you get your picture perfect I am collecting moments into stories My becoming is a...
by Kate Birch | Mar 21, 2025 | Word & Image
the plane tree entertains the circus of doves 悬铃木款待鸽子的马戏团 stripped of spindly epicormic shoots, the now-knuckle-tree jabs her skeletal arms over the snapped stale breaths of pale, orange shavings powdering the tree surgeon’s yellow truck. Her psoriatic...
