by Helen Ivory | Apr 16, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
some fall (inspired by a Radio 4 Tweet of the Day) she told me about the still hours spent at the coast watching the east until finally a spume of feather blood and effort rises and approaches blackbirds and fieldfares a gaunt line starving...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 15, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
After the forest fire Because we were four and I only had strength to carry one and knew no other way I carried the one who called out loudest; threatened us most. You two were left to walk behind in the dust of hot, dry summer and the heavy mud...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 14, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The Inspiring As you rummage of a morning among dust-furred personal effects jumbled in an old wooden suitcase under a bed and seeming to belong to no-one, you find a woman about whom the world, if it ever supposed at all, supposed only...
by IB | Apr 13, 2025 | Word & Image
Cross Hot Burns Deborah Nash lives in Brighton, S.E. England. She studied visual art in Nanjing, China and Bourges, France, and now works as a freelance journalist. Her short stories appear in Litro, The Mechanic Institutes’...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 13, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Lines Written in Early Spring The Lake District Tourist Board has had no input into what you are now reading, but I so miss Cumbria in Holy Week; late March or early April; snow on the tops or a cold sun vying with a cold wind; congregations of chaotic...
