by Helen Ivory | Oct 3, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Runts So there we sit, the runts, the overweights, my Jewish friends who, like me, are more academic than athletic, when the don’t-give-a-shits, late to PE and with no kit, are made to join us in the stands, sidle up next to us, taunt us for being...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 2, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
ode to pelvic pain outside a herd of elephants thunder past you are number 7 in the queue you swallow a pill that numb the nerves that are sparking like someone stuck their hand in the toaster the hold music is Sade singing, while being strangled...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 1, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
After Surgery Through the kitchen window, an Acer pseudoplatanus regrowing its Brilliantissimum. We both face the bite of a late spring morning: tree, bold as brass – and me? Still here somewhere under protective layers. There’s hope in this...
by Kate Birch | Sep 30, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Pressed Flower I start nicking her daisies as if they’re sunlight plunging forward up the cracked garden path, plucking handfuls to stuff in my pockets, so I might press them in-between the dry paragraphs of a heavy book kept at the bottom of a...
by Kate Birch | Sep 29, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Lilies of the Valley At four or five they gave to me A bed of Granddad’s un-worked land Between the shed and garden path And end-stopped by the water butt. The old man helped me dig and plant. Next Spring I watched the leaves unfurl, The buds...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 28, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Last Winter on the Farm (Inspired by David Dodd Lee) Waxwings, I learned later they were called, the birds that wintered in the cedars. All day long they’d dart in and out of the huge tree that hung like a waterfall over our verandah in the...
