by Helen Ivory | Feb 2, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Dry January I. to be like the box turtle, constantly contained in rigid carapace, opened and closed at will, always at home. to be like the lawnmower run till empty at end of season, no fuel gelling in brittle lines, awaiting fresh gas in spring....
by Helen Ivory | Feb 1, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Superpower You’d imagine they’d make more of it, that feathered superpower of theirs, leaping across this planet ripe with air. Take the wren: there she hops, perpetually earthed in topsoil and grubs, happiest hidden behind a rock. The sex-crazed...
by Chloe Elliott | Jan 31, 2023 | Featured, Prose
Smart House At seven the bed wakes you with a gentle vibration as the TV comes on. Like all your appliances the bed and TV are an integral part of the Unit and will remain until the SmartHome is deactivated (more information can be found in the...
by Chloe Elliott | Jan 30, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
An Elegy for a Stinking Pigeon I jump at a thud against my window, but nobody’s there. I look into the courtyard and glare, see nothing, until My sight falls upon the pigeon, dead as a dead pigeon, The corpse nestled into the leaves to hide from the wind....
by Chloe Elliott | Jan 29, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Hysteria say you’re on stage or in Tesco buying tinned fish for the dog or it’s a dream in which you’re arguing with your mother and your womb starts moving about your body like it’s got a mind of its own the Ancient Greeks called it wandering but a better word might...
by Chloe Elliott | Jan 28, 2023 | Featured, Prose
Skeleton It was one of those fancy restaurants where they pushed your chair in for you, brought the whole fish to the table. We all had to watch while the waiter performed his theatrical surgery, removing the head with a twist, then a stylish flaying until, with a...
