by Helen Ivory | Feb 7, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Cep Some years I miss the days of its fruiting or else it doesn’t show: a sign of what’s going on underground how hylae and mycelia are faring. Beneath pines at the woodland edge where a little light comes in its soft egg protrudes meaty and...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 6, 2022 | Featured, Prose
The Ominous Sweetie-Jar Ever since he was 17, Angus had been saving the tiny hairs shaved from his chin by a succession of electric razors. Now, aged 67, he had one of those old-fashioned, large, glass, sweetie-jars almost full of his own tiny...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 5, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Subtraction of Grief Yesterday I slipped into a broken space the wind couldn’t mend. Beside me the reservoir dazzled in the cold sunshine and larch trees losing their copper needles in the fleecing gusts were still, are always, all one in...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 4, 2022 | News
Please join us on zoom for live readings from Martin Figura, Stuart Charlesworth and Leah Jun Oh on Sunday 6th February at 4pm UTC This is part of our monthly award-winning ‘Live from the Butchery’ series, hosted by Helen Ivory and Martin Figura from their home (an...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 4, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
A Pale Fire of Roses It’s a child’s game: knock on the door and run away. Each time she looked out, she couldn’t see who’d knocked. Reporting it felt foolish: it’s only a knock on the door. Fourth time and...
