by IB | Jun 24, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Horticulture for the Transcendental Age It’s the ghost of my mother again, glow-handed, and draped in the hair she cut off before I was born. She is cradling an aspidistra, or what could, indeed, should be and aspidistra, because of course I have no idea...
by IB | Jun 23, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Fugue at 2:17 a.m. The fridge clicks its cold heart. Outside, foxes yowl like their throats are made of gravel and old songs. This hour does not require a name. It is known by its absences: no text reply, no sleep deep enough to soften the inner stammer....
by IB | Jun 22, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
when we moved from morecambe out of the garage dark whose door we raised with a thimble of power before the spring kicked in like how our mothers’ mothers brought light to fading eyelids with smelling salts we sniffled to the...
by IB | Jun 21, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Granules in the Hourglass Syllables cascade through time, granules in an hourglass, to recombine, cohere into a word, a phrase, poetic line. Language reinvents itself, coruscates in signs on walls; falls silent, mute as clay and stone on tablets that...
by IB | Jun 17, 2025 | Reviews
Where the Land Forgets Itself is Connor Sansby’s second full-length collection of poetry. It’s packed with strong publication credits, including ‘Marine Snow’, which won the 2024 Rosemary McLeish Prize. Often using experimental language and structure,...
