by Helen Ivory | Nov 4, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Convergence After that first year, they were never the same, the planners with their Glastonbury smiles, their beatnik topology, though they still carried the henge inside them, a degree or two of slippage was lost at the roundabout, the...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 3, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Essential Worker Queen of the sandwich bar she moves no financial indices, wears blue overalls without red braces. She has planned every movement, her rapid questions in optimum order ‘eat in?’ ‘flora on your roll?’ ‘jalapenos?’ ‘salad with...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 2, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Beware the silent child (4) The arcade is a belly of echoes, jingles glancing off games and slot machines, repeat repeat repeat, punters’ voices a murmur that dies on the carpet. You enter to spend a penny, then retrace your steps to the exit,...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 1, 2022 | Featured, Prose
The Noise Outside That day, on the patio, you heard a noise and you jumped up, ready to act, while I just froze, telling the story again and again to your mother, her lover, everyone knew that you were brave and I just froze, my sister, my dad, a...
by Chloe Elliott | Oct 31, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Beside Everything, in Paris The morning was warmer than the one before, with a blue demitasse lighting your hand up in front of Notre Dame, its steam disappearing like its insides. And the gold flush of my shoulder against your cheek. We held our mouths for...
by Chloe Elliott | Oct 30, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Fish at the quarry I usually hide Fish in my stomach, let it flip away angrily in the acid, or else I stuff it in my pocket, where it gets all woolly and dry, and goes still. Today, I take Fish to the quarry, let it stew in me as I gaze out over...
