by Helen Ivory | Feb 13, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Attraction Like one of those horses on the carousel going round and round in circles sliding up and down a pole for three minutes then stopping a while then starting again for three minutes sliding up and down a pole in circles going round and...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 12, 2026 | Featured, Prose
Loop Dr Summers presses the ignition and the machine whirs to life. Its enveloping metal arches bristle with electricity around him, humming with a new energy that has the platform beneath his feet trembling. The fluorescent lights of his...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 11, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Sea Lily after Alison McWhirter Everything is moving. I have to remind myself it’s a flat canvas and behind it a wall that’s solid as I am. Although three quarters of my heart, and one third of my bones, are water. Which explains a lot. Appearance...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 10, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Anorexia Nervosa A vixen or a reason. A rave. No air, no sex, nor ovaries. An axe. A raven axe? O! No, sir! Arson, via an ex. Ore. A ravine. A rose. Nox. Melanie Branton is a spoken word artist from Redfield in Bristol with three...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 9, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Repeat On a bench outside Next, a punctured woman traces circles in the air with a pale finger while her thoughts leak out in a rill of mutterings. Nobody sees her in the busy emptiness of lunchtime. Inside my pocket two small shells – they are...
