by Helen Ivory | Oct 10, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Swansea Son He is here in my autumn of age the riverlight through windowpanes, the small-hour laughter, the slim-supple night and moonlight eyes on the history page. I remember his name that giggled the stars when the stage of the world lit its lights...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 9, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Tuesdays she is a cat Sadly it never happens Fridays; there would be more chance of fish. Even in this she is fated to be left wanting. No loved one to present mouse heads to, she crunches the lot herself – calcium beneficial to ageing bones, stalks the...
by Kate Birch | Oct 7, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
 : Something’s wrong This is how it will start: from the other side of a room you’ll hear your mum talk, loud but so fast you won’t be able to follow and she will see you’re looking so she’ll come over and pull you aside. Listen to me, she will...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 7, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Something’s wrong This is how it will start: from the other side of a room you’ll hear your mum talk, loud but so fast you won’t be able to follow and she will see you’re looking so she’ll come over and pull you aside. Listen to me, she will say,...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 6, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
To the Ravenmaster at the Tower of London Release your black charges from their cages – Gripp, Harris, Rocky, Merlin, Erin, Jubilee – six to save the country, as Charles II decreed: with a spare, Poppy, born and bred for Brexit. Glue back their...
by Kate Birch | Oct 5, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
A True Version honest to god i can’t bear to look at myself in the mirror i stalk her she’s my new poem in her fitted coat and high heels on the number 10 bus put bars on the lines last night i told him Megan’s seeing a married guy in the...
