by Helen Ivory | Oct 10, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Mountain Lover You stand there like someone who left six thousand years ago and I was to blame. You will not speak of your symptoms of being, you couldn’t give a fuck. Always that distant look but I can walk to you in an hour. Your feet — who...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 9, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Moor It seeped down from the moor smoke first air laced with flakes of ash dancing then settling on roofs, shoulders, eyelashes we dipped our feet in buckets then travelled—bleach clean— along those footpaths branded into land like stitches...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 8, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
An interview with a Cigarette How do you cope? Sometimes, I watch old movies where I am a symbol of rebellion and bike-sheds, of good times had, or a moment of pensive freedom, or a last request. Or I recall when you would call me Gauloises or...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 7, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Cindy Botha lives in New Zealand where she began writing after 6 decades of doing other things. She is published in New Zealand, the UK and USA. Olga Dermott has published two pamphlets: apple, fallen (Against the Grain Press) and A...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 6, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Anthropophony I’m tuning in to territories like we’d tune in to stations on the radiogram. The shortwave chiff-chaff with the dial stuck, the maudlin willow warbler, the blackcap trying and failing to be a nightingale. And this is work. In the...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 5, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
The Interior We gather around the machine, looking down at the fallen trunk, with little hope of being able to put it all back together. The grandfather had the tools, and the skills, but he bequeathed none to us. The sand under our feet is orange...
