by Helen Ivory | Sep 16, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Waking Up The night before we left we smoked opium for the first time and didn’t sleep. In Brindisi we lay down in a corridor and slept before the ferry took us to an island where there was a warehouse for the mad. (Now I know the mad are awake...
by Kate Birch | Sep 15, 2025 | News, Picks of the Month
Evocative, descriptive, challenging and uplifting The eloquence of phrase and sentiment and timing is brilliant. It is for these reasons and many more that voters chose ‘sclerenchyma’ by John Bartlett as the IS&T Pick of the Month for August 2025. They...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 15, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
What was Lost Something black is humped far ahead on the path. Perhaps some small creature fallen from where it should be. I am unsure whether I saw it move. Once I found a fledgling crow on the pavement, lifted it to a low branch on the tree...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 14, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Awaiting Update We cannot update you yet, other than to say we are caught in a doldrums between stations and that your father can wait as he has been waiting these past two years, somewhere in the heat-bitten brickscapes of London, the memory of...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 13, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Compline A woodpigeon calls his five-note matins. Petals ratchet wide as the sun rises. A butterfly’s haphazard wing beat. Reverberation of a gong, sandalled feet on tiles. Golden leaves in the gutter, the downpipe’s digestion of rainfall. Petals...
