by Helen Ivory | Apr 19, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Gleaning Mother wears the vines of summer, hawthorn hackles raised in grief. She’s my father’s stubborn mourner, pecking at his horehound leaves. Nurses scatter apple blossom, bleach is masked in meadow scent. Father burrows under holly, glossy spines can’t...
by Kate Birch | Apr 14, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Blogs & News
Our poem for International Women’s Day, Jessica Mookherjee’s ‘Stranger’, has been voted as the IS&T Pick of the Month for March 2017, its mystical aura and the beauty of the language having seduced our readers. Jessica is originally from...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 14, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Velvet Shells After an installation by Suze MacMurray. They’ve passed the test – that tap from Chef’s blade, a glimmer of muscle from those still alive before the pile-up, blue and black, on a white plate. She imagines lovers scooping out wine-soaked...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 11, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Re-reading Theses on Feuerbach at the allotment I • Filthy as new potatoes freshly dug, muck on the hands is everything. II • My thoughts are solid: I imagine into life broad beans, Swiss chard, earthed leeks, curly kale. III • I practice...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 7, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Angel in My Cupboard The angel living in my cupboard doesn’t flaunt angel hair his mane looking rather like a spoonful of whipped cream cheese the angel hidden in my cupboard is most visible when the evening light penetrates the room through...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 29, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
My grandmother teaches me Her flat swings through the mirrored door and we are wafted with mothballs. Her nylons hiss when she crosses her legs. Her shoes are mauve, with little heels. I trawl my fingers in the deeps of the rug, stir talcum...
