by Helen Ivory | Jul 3, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Misdiagnosis There’s something wrong with my head it’s too tight, it’s a round black shape on the pavement where the grand piano fell six storeys and flattened my skull There’s something wrong with the sky it’s the colour of a bruise and...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 2, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Something started you to wake, leaving sockprints in the parquet, there was only the dark, until a hair sliver of light softly glowed on your feet asleep. Behind the closed door, he was there, your father, smoking quietly with himself...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 1, 2026 | Featured
The D-Road We’ve come this way before and will again. On good days, we sing along to the radio, turned up to make the silence rattle. The packet sits in my lap until she asks. It’s a two-handed operation to fill the long vee, balance the filter. I...
by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | Jun 30, 2026 | Featured, Prose
When You Must Stop a Wedding His phone pings; the morning sun glares. Kyle staggers to the bathroom mirror amidst empty bottles for inducing oblivion. Red-eyed and dishevelled, with stubble masking gray complexion and black hair in matted clumps;...
by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | Jun 29, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Black Cherry Ice Cream We ate it leaning against the rail above the harbour – black cherry, melting down the cone faster than we could catch it. And you laughed, mouth red, sunlight flaring in your lashes. I watched the boats move below us...
by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | Jun 28, 2026 | Featured, Prose, Uncategorized
Thunderstorms. Fireworks. I’m in the spare bedroom/office. Chrysty’s in a rotten bad mood. she walks the apartment like a donkey stable. kicks holes out of drywall and violently washes up plates. she’s told me get out and I’ve...
