by Kayleigh Jayshree | Dec 12, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
A Rumination With ginger chai, lounged in the balcony, Revisiting the years she and her spouse Endeavoured for a better, self-owned house, She takes a breath of content, finally. But why is there no lustre in her eyes? Nostalgia? This cannot be...
by Kayleigh Jayshree | Dec 11, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Questions We were always in the car that year the price of having a nice house in a nice area get in get in it’s time to go where are we going our friends the supermarket the cinema the mall just for a drive between banks of jaded...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 10, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Stuffed Monkey from Jane Grigson’s English Food It’s impossible to foretell what will provoke tears, the sort that well up and tip over while you hold onto the kitchen sink waiting for them to subside. It could be a bunch of keys, so many of them...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 9, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Mean sister We are stuck in our own words, not hearing each other. Sixty-somethings, we may as well be six, throwing sticks down the beck or poking dolls eyes out of their sockets, scribbling on their perfect faces. We are well rehearsed, know our cues,...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 8, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The Day Of Un-Visitation ..there is a day of visitation given to all… Robert Barclay of Ury, 1678 I heard a calm, clear voice. But not with my ears. Not my outward ears. It wasn’t madness. For a moment I was Lady Julian. For a moment I...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 7, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
How the Wych-elm Once Reached tall as the absentee house. How the girl moored her hands and heart charmed by riven bark. How its name was thrilling frightening as the adults disguised witches. How the woman returns...
