by Kate Birch | May 18, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
There is Nothing to Me But Sea O for a paddle in a piddle of the sea, a heart-curled drool of cool salinity. Ah for the spittle of the dregs of the sea, a fontful immersion in an estuary. I’m famished for foam – fathom and floe fluvial firths...
by Helen Ivory | May 17, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Daffodils Please take away the Egyptian Cotton sheets, the memory foam mattress-topper. Give me a room in a house without central heating. Without daffodils. Audacious daffodils – poking through the thick hide of winter...
by Helen Ivory | May 16, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
The Public World of Mania A cereal box is so exciting – the colours wonderful and ignorant and I taste nothing because I am fast. There is a waterfall through my head I never sleep, why waste time? I speed race in running shoes red shoes and...
by Helen Ivory | May 15, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Help Me, Don’t Put Your Hands on Me Ashamed to let my GP touch me because she knows ‘where I’ve been’ She’d be repulsed at my violated body And inside I want to scream I wear baggy clothes, I’m contaminated And I just want to cover up Not just my...
by Helen Ivory | May 12, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
trajectory, reversed or january sunlight on cinderblock buildings lives wasted but not yours and maybe not mine and it’s a long road from kandinsky to lydon and after that you’re on your own just water dripping into a stained kitchen sink a view of empty...
by Helen Ivory | May 11, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Friday afternoons the joy of Friday afternoons knowing that it will only be 3 or 4 more hours before our shifts finish and we can walk out of there with our minds tingling and all of the wild blood everywhere the sudden buzz that ignites at around 3 or 4...
