by Helen Ivory | Apr 19, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Dear Iran after Sholeh Wolpé Even though I only once traced your streets with my own feet, you wandered into my dreams anyway sliding in through my grandmother’s stories, drifting out of the steam of her afternoon tea searching for a place to...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 18, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Marseilles Road -She calls him up- She wills his brush in colour, and chalking, fierce hued flaws, which fall flat on the canvas, She uses a dark outline and replaces his image with cholic fumes. -He doesn’t pick up- He wants to place her in two...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 17, 2026 | Reviews
An opening poem often acts as an overture for a collection and Naomi Foyle’s prelude poem (and title poem) ‘Salt & Snow’ is no exception; it appears as a kind of broken sonnet that illustrates the rupture that the poem’s speaker feels at the death of...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 17, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Muscle memory He thought his heart was broken yet the day began again. He couldn’t marvel in the shine of sunsets rising and falling and yet he rose and fell in turn. His hands resigned themselves to tea making and his legs carried him much the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 16, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Can I Kiss You? We were on my pink love seat skin touching skin I was drunk but longing circled me, like stars from a cartoon head wound I nodded you moved towards me and as I parted my lips little hesitations flew as daggers out my mouth,...
