by Helen Ivory | Sep 4, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Plantation blues Morning light is warm quicksilver on the desert plateau of the high Monadhliath, bare stone and scoured earth the seed of man and winter. The upward flow of pines is genesis not rewilding, redcoat drumbeats on the drove road still...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 3, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Changeling Away over the hills the girl’s father is shapeshifting – grown grey and yellow, wheezing against the pillow’s soft sink, feet that have polkaed and gavotted, tangoed and waltzed vaulting him now, into the submission of the couch....
by Helen Ivory | Sep 2, 2022 | Featured, Prose
The Mirror Eimear’s half-brother, Julian, died and left her a terraced house. I offered to help Eimear clear the rooms and to do runs to the charity shop with anything worth passing on. We discovered that he had amassed about a hundred...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 1, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
the agony of the everyday that blue light these damp pavements will shine and move other people when you’re no longer a memory p.a. morbid runs The Black Light Engine Room Press. Middlesbrough Historian & Outsider Artist. Married...
by The Repeat Beat Poet | Aug 31, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Alphabets of the Human Heart in Languages of the World Ba-dumm, ba-dumm, bam-bam, bank bank, bum-búm, bum-búm, daṛak daṛak, deg-deg, dhuk-puk, doef doef, gup-gup, gup-gup, küt küt, lab-dab, pal-pal, pēng pēng, pil-pil, pilpiri-palpara,...
by The Repeat Beat Poet | Aug 30, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
the landlady she moved into the living room so casually no one protested. it’s a chill household, she had said. I lived by it even as the first livid blotches of mould spread up the kitchen wall and death took residence on the couch. I could...
