by Helen Ivory | Nov 3, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
In the Dales after John Ashbery it’s a special kind of empty the footed earth, saluting the sky so much to see I took a photograph of you posed in the window seat punchy red slippers blurring rock and field the same window in five years?...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 2, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Spotted in a 7-Eleven in North Hollywood It beckons from between plasters and hand cream, the box bright-white, the lettering green. The first time I needed one, I visited a chemist in London, murmuring to a middle-aged man across the counter as...
by Kate Birch | Nov 1, 2025 | News
The Heart and the Stomach Fists of smooth muscle curl in sleep clutch at hunger. Sticky with a sick feeling they anticipate the winter tundra of empty cupboards. They are stirred into living by a shushed conversation between the Fog and the Sea. I press my face...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 1, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Return Travel West. Submerge yourself in the M4’s homeward drift. Remember how its nightly glow bewitched the kid at your bedroom window? It looked like fire, didn’t it? Exit at junction 34. Drop into street view Follow the lane down past prickly...
