by Helen Ivory | Dec 3, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Three Winds I go to the top of the risen hill, above the trees, beyond the grass, where only hard ground lives —and three winds mingle, whispering, all merging in a jostle. They use my body frame to make sound and, listening, I hear, as they tell...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 2, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Cracks in the Concrete We searched for it through the tarmac in every rain-bruised sky in dark Pennine shadows where great mills spewed out ringlets of ghost-grey fog we learnt to see Yorkshire mist in charcoal technicolour Along the canal with...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 1, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
A Survey of Radial Velocities in the Zodiacal Dust Cloud -the PhD title of Brian May from Queen I like to think it’s a story about himself and Einstein floating in zero gravity, Albert sailing through the capsule toward his drifting pipe, Brian...
by Sairah Ahsan | Nov 30, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Midnight Swingball Sleep. Elusive as lucid dreams. Closed eyes teem wotsit-orange, spiderweb scarlet & thatch-brown body jerks like a swingball. Conscience and subconscious flailing paddles back forward|forward back...
by Sairah Ahsan | Nov 29, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Composting Out again with the pitchfork churning compost into the old green bin, stinking and silent as an ancient earthen vat. Here, dirt makes no distinction between trench beds and the twirling earth. Onion shavings conspire to life by bringing...
by Sairah Ahsan | Nov 28, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
In search of a tawaif’s tale (Dilli love) This is not a frilly, mushy love letter to a city whose allure lies in defying all labels and holding the mystery key to a man’s heart, though none has ever been able to lay an absolute claim...
