by Helen Ivory | Sep 13, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
The Poem of the Sock after Martin Stannard The poem of the mask disguises meaning. The poem of the diet lost seven words. The poem of the snowman melted. The poem of the invisible man . The poem of the ventilator needs to...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 12, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
DayGlo after Ecclesiasticus 44.1 Let us now praise hi-vis men who gather together round a pothole, filling the gap with their sticky black remedy. Honour the yellow-gilet WPC who knows how to listen, called to a bus stop just in time by a lost...
by Kate Birch | Sep 11, 2026 | Reviews
This is a book about noticing. All poems are about noticing, of course, but Andrew McDonnell takes it to a whole new level. He really sees. Whether it’s trained on the field mouse disturbed by a farmworker’s boot, the patio behind a bar, or the schoolmate ‘in...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 11, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Out of Place I lie back, arch my throat, pretend to relax. Contemplate ceiling tiles, and women who do this weekly for pleasure. A basin strangles me. The palm of a hand realigns my head: this is how the ironing board feels when you dance with...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 10, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
It Might Never Happen This is not you, but someone soaked in fake Brut coming at me in a gesture of fake generosity. For goodness sake, I only want a quiet life, it’s no crime not to be a gregarious joiner. Ultra-polite, ultra-wary, I don’t answer...
