by Helen Ivory | May 3, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
My Mother Welcomes me to the Care Home Come and live, we’ll find you a house, you’ll have an old time and be loved. You can just sit there, don’t lick a finger, there’s ups and there’s dugs but we’ve got to go...
by Helen Ivory | May 2, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Disabled Person’s Travel Card Council, council, let me on the bus That you let me on last week. Oh no Ms Watt, you can’t go on the bus For we don’t know where you live. So off I went to get proof of address And I thought I’d sorted out the mess...
by Helen Ivory | May 1, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Testing times My bones scold-heavy, heartsick I drag my eyes anywhere – to the funeral wax of lilies, to the boastful damselflies confident in their beauty. I refuse to look at, to acknowledge, that Chair, waiting to test. Solid. I...
by Prerana Kumar | Apr 30, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
A movement of flutes I’m rushing. the beer shops all close here at 10pm sharp (that’s unless you’re already in them). I’ve been eating dinner at my parents’ tonight – with my brother and sister and both of their wives. now...
by Prerana Kumar | Apr 29, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
nocturne a note lingers a forward echo from an ancient song the lone woman on the long road carries it on with imperfect pitch a gate opens a door opens she is gone a continent away a man well-versed in parting words hums a tear into his own eye...
by Prerana Kumar | Apr 28, 2023 | Featured, Prose
Hutch Ado About Nothing Carrie crouched beside a ramshackle rabbit hutch and watched as her boyfriend tried to squeeze through its narrow door. She’d thought it looked cramped and dingy, really too small for a poor bunny to live in. ‘Nah,’ Nick...
