by Helen Ivory | Jul 3, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Misdiagnosis There’s something wrong with my head it’s too tight, it’s a round black shape on the pavement where the grand piano fell six storeys and flattened my skull There’s something wrong with the sky it’s the colour of a bruise and...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 2, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Something started you to wake, leaving sockprints in the parquet, there was only the dark, until a hair sliver of light softly glowed on your feet asleep. Behind the closed door, he was there, your father, smoking quietly with himself...
by Kate Birch | Jul 1, 2026 | News
selection from Babysham (if read aloud, do so in a gentle, quiet voice of a girl who is still afraid of the dark) On loving You are concerned with being a monolith. With being a museum. Poster board, boy chested, nailed to a crucifix by water lilies....
by Helen Ivory | Jul 1, 2026 | Featured
The D-Road We’ve come this way before and will again. On good days, we sing along to the radio, turned up to make the silence rattle. The packet sits in my lap until she asks. It’s a two-handed operation to fill the long vee, balance the filter. I...
