by Helen Ivory | Oct 18, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Tree Surgery I was growing tired of trees, already, before the end. Tired of going to nature reserves, forests, woods, with your tree index book, looking up words in Latin: Quercuis ilex, rubra, robur, chasing after your over-excitable stinking dogs,...
by Kate Birch | Oct 14, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Blogs & News
A surge in voting in the final hours saw Angharad Walker just pip her nearest rival at the post with her moving ‘Leda Meets Helen’, a superb example of how much can be said in only a few words. Angharad graduated from the University of Warwick with...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 13, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Blues I The creature found me in Hensol Forest during my sixteenth summer I didn’t eat anything that wasn’t blueberry flavoured for two weeks and three days It lived in a wood cabin with a log fire and floorboards that creaked under my weight We...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 9, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Summer, coming to an end He interrupted me: Look at the bees! I didn’t answer, so he came and crouched where I lay. Look at them, he whispered, going ballistic in the toadflax! And they were, busy-humming in the flowers, innocent as children holding hands, as...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 1, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Gnarled Forest “You have finished on your own what no one ever started.” ― From Diana’s Tree, Alejandra Pizarnik I dream mother is sleeping in her ochre bedroom; herringbone parquet floors, the curtains drawn to keep the intense heat out.The room, a...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 28, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
£3.56 Trotsky took the bus to the other side of town for his friend’s birthday. The birthday was torn up by children running around homemade ponds in hand-me-down trunks and chocolate covered faces. Trotsky had become annoyed by the exponential rate of...
