by Helen Ivory | Oct 30, 2016 | Reviews
In what way can it be said, or indeed written, that notes die? Reuben Woolley understands that death must be noted and it is in their dying that poetry has the notation to attempt it. Notes die into silence, into the impossibility of saying, for example,...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 29, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Source coming from somewhere, a surge of energy or bit of old theology a worn out textbook or blinking screen we grow to become a name, and then rename ourselves. Nate Maye is a rising poet. Nate enjoys studying literature, and...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 28, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Outside, A Bird Outside, a bird, separated from the rest perched on a solitary outflung branch, staring at a bright morning moon. The unclouded gibbous starkly visible among oceans of startling blue. The bird stared; the old man stared and shook....
by Helen Ivory | Oct 27, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
The Crack The crack had spread like an art print of ants, an angry line that seemed to grow each night. It stepped from off the skirting board and danced a zigzag sketch, as if in flight or fight. Sam wasn’t sure exactly when, or how it started,...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 26, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Fairy Dell Riverside section within Stubbylee Park, Stacksteads. Sophie Lancaster was fatally assaulted in the park in August 2007. The ground is digesting the park in its underbelly. All the things that used to shimmer are being swallowed. The...
