by Helen Ivory | Dec 11, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
getting to the gig car full of poets, babbling and quibbling, noone wearing seatbelts because of the metaphor, noone knows where they’re going because of the metaphor, one has to be home by midnight because of the spouse, the woman with the big scarf is saying I’ll...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 9, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Not yet a ghost A light still operates inside the phone box with its red paint flaking off the grid of panes. A corona of moths searches for an entrance. Inside, a shroud of cobwebs embodies the space, like a sketch of someone stood waiting for an...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 28, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Blade Sometimes you can ride it, like in Texas when you put your foot down and we flew, the screen and mirrors all enveloping, sucking and flapping the horizons in its corners, and then just for a few minutes we were the vanishing point as desert...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 23, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Re-stringing the Boy It takes hours. We move from socket to socket unknotting his spine, the droop in his shoulders, those loose dangling hands. The way he came on stage the other day, just slumped in, hardly lifting his head. I had to jerk the main string...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 20, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Sloth on Fine Dining Sloth’s favoured position for eating is legs above head – not his own legs, of course – and being the slothiest of sloths he’ll lunch at the laziest of leisure; a real underachiever. Accomplishing more than fool-sloths,...
by Kate Birch | Nov 17, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Blogs & News
It was a tightly fought contest and from a dark and sombre shortlist, Sally Beets’ wonderfully caustic ‘Tree Surgery’ emerged as the overall winner and Pick of the Month for October. Maybe we all just needed to vent! Sally is a poet and Young...
