by Helen Ivory | Aug 5, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
28th April 2015 The night before, I paced London’s streets sparkling and fizzing with ideas the pills used to dull and destroy. I felt awake, alive. Thoughts popped like fireworks, I couldn’t sleep for flashes and Bang! I solved a Pure Maths...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 4, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Blodeuwedd ensorcelled by Gwydion And so I went into the owl. Eyes, green as moss, darken to black. Oak tassels spell-woven to feathers. A blossom-soft body wrath-scorches to brown. Broom flowers harden to bone, curve into beak, curl into talons....
by Helen Ivory | Aug 3, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Portrait You notice the nose: webbed veins spritzed with little flicks of red, purple blotches daubed with a palette-knife, broken ends where blood-vessels gave up the ghost. You see the waistcoat bristling Harris Tweed, the label peeking out just...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 2, 2026 | Featured, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga, Poetry
Still Life of Fish and Bird One day a fish swam away and the river ran dry, and the lone bird, sitting in a tree, flew off and took the whole sky with it. Jason Ryberg lives part-time in Kansas City, MO with a rooster named Little Red and a...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 1, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
First Funeral Fascinated by the priest’s teeth I don’t realise I’m kicking the pew in front with a restless foot until someone taps me sharply on the knee. I’m near the coffin on its trestles and a plaster Jesus whose wounds shed drops of hard...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Jul 31, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Beginner’s Italian In Italian I have no inner life. With no past or future tense My needs are immediate. I have hunger. I eat. I have thirst. I drink. I have the name for wine not peas. The heat is good. I want. Yes, I sleep well, thank...
