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...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 18, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Leda Meets Helen She is fresh on this globe from my globed belly and I am too scared to look. I dread the moment she opens her eyes. She could have his black beads. I unwrap her. Not a feather in sight. I turn her over and over with delight, run...
by Kate Birch | Sep 16, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, prizes and awards
August’s Pick of the Month comes with the wonderfully quirky title ‘My Mother Visits the Dissection Room’ which in itself demands that you read it. And it is clear from our voters’ response to it that the poem does not disappoint! ‘My...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 16, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Worker Ant Monologue Alone among thousands millions, maybe We don’t even talk if it’s not about work If we did we’d say how happy we are Together, not lonely how can you be lonely when so damn together? Exactly. Nods to work/life...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 15, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Lineage Then take one end to draw it close around my shoulders. Let it flow like a mountain burn about my neck but leave at least an inch below my lips where speech denies the thistle. They say the best pulls through a wedding band, but this is...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 11, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
When light poured into me at the swimming pool There was a sweetness to the day. The horizon a blue harsh line. I looked for stars but there were none. For some reason they were always invisible during the day. My heart was filled with honey. I licked...
