by Helen Ivory | Oct 16, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Self Portrait With Spiders I stand still and let the spiders spin their webs in all directions. Each curve and angle of my body is an anchor point. Each scar, each detail of my history shapes their work. They sense my breathing, throw their threads into the...
by Kate Birch | Oct 13, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks
As always, it came down to the last few votes but ‘The Seventh Car Will Be His’ by Sue Finch just edged ahead to be Pick of the Month for September. This ‘dark’ ‘sad’ poem drew voters to it because it was ‘extremely...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 12, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Chocolate Parliament In summer the facade drips sweet brown sweat. Tourists like to nibble the carvings, especially the gargoyles speckled with raisins and almonds. It’s tastiest around election time when the walls soften in the heat of...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 3, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The night that takes our shape afraid to abandon behind us the night that takes our shape holding our candles like flickering flags here am I a soldier here a priest each with a weapon you march you pray in a patch of light your limbs pull away...
by Kate Birch | Sep 29, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks
On the Quayside at Portsea an Old Salt Button-holes a Passer-by …there‘s no one style of pirate ship, pal, sloop or ship-of-the-line, we use any vessel we can get our hands on. It must be fast though. The pirate code forbids me to tell you more. Years...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 19, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The House’s Role The house stays put. It has its reasons referred to as people for my purposes. Separated from the outside though not thought particularly isolated – the house considers what the world has to offer other than itself but respectfully...
