by Helen Ivory | Dec 3, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Three Winds I go to the top of the risen hill, above the trees, beyond the grass, where only hard ground lives —and three winds mingle, whispering, all merging in a jostle. They use my body frame to make sound and, listening, I hear, as they tell...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 2, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Cracks in the Concrete We searched for it through the tarmac in every rain-bruised sky in dark Pennine shadows where great mills spewed out ringlets of ghost-grey fog we learnt to see Yorkshire mist in charcoal technicolour Along the canal with...
by Kate Birch | Dec 1, 2025 | Translation, Word & Image
Reconnaître I want to remember the way back. It seems Orion has the compass’ foot, Swinging his other leg out into the dark With the confidence of a man who walks on stars. I use the skills of the corncrake tonight. I need to remember in the...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 1, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
A Survey of Radial Velocities in the Zodiacal Dust Cloud -the PhD title of Brian May from Queen I like to think it’s a story about himself and Einstein floating in zero gravity, Albert sailing through the capsule toward his drifting pipe, Brian...
