by Helen Ivory | Nov 10, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Variable South East Wet rocks and tree roots on the descent make me afraid of falling— feet and heart are focused on rescue. The silence and peace of this place creeps through on birdsong. Grainy morning light clears slowly across the valley. As...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 9, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
A Cherry Tree in Scraptoft The instruction invites overthinking: describe your hometown through the medium of simple sentences and limited [foreign/new] vocabulary. My home is beautiful (isn’t this obligatory?) There is a small park (gifted...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 8, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Pork Chop I ask my father to dinner, pretending he is still alive, ask him what he’d like. He says a pork chop which is not something I know how to cook. Anyway it’s January, I’m vegetarian today, and it’s raining. You can have curry, I tell him....
by Helen Ivory | Nov 7, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Science Communication I don’t know why you bother with poetry Vlad mutters as he adjusts the current in the magnets, forcing them to rhyme with each other. We sit in a control room connected to dozens of monitors, sensors and trackers trained to...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 6, 2024 | Featured, Flash Fiction
Gone Fishing I bounced past the other boy in the bedsit balancing on the balcony. I’d just woken up. He’d been pulling fishing line out of his mouth for sixty-three days now and the floats had just stopped. ‘Not sure how much more I’ve got!’ and...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 5, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
A Croc in the Field for Harry Paterson Today’s operative on the ohrwurm shift has hacked the WiFi password in the ear canal and now I’m looping back endlessly to a misheard lyric: “you picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille, with four hundred...
