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...
by Kate Birch | Sep 27, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Cousin dear cousin how are you over on that side. i hear you lot get a bit of sun and field. does the heat cling. we don’t get much on this side. i’m not sure if you get much smog. sometimes it looks like there’s more of us than there are but then...
