by Helen Ivory | Nov 5, 2021 | Featured, Poetry, Word & Image
Shine After Gillian Lever “What is orange? Why, an orange, Just an orange!” — Christina Rossetti, from Sing-Song (1873) Sweet naranja, common, in-your-face cadmium, chrome, atomic tangerine. # FF7F00: traffic cone of all colours...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 4, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Giblet after Claudia Emerson’s on leaving my body to science Pack the forests away in this dyed night, I won’t need them anymore, hair of thin cigarette smoke, trunk of posed opium. I is a liminal state....
by Helen Ivory | Nov 3, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Liminal Hours A chase of messages illuminates my screen through the small hours. Did I just see you? I’m sure I glimpsed you dancing, that green dress, the way you tilt your head to admire the view. These banshee hauntings my poor abandoned...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 2, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Cure I knew what my poison was I drank to more than enough I drank like drinking would give answers to questions I haven’t asked yet I built a cage out of the pieces of my bad self binding steel plate to hollow bones fusing old scars to fresh...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 1, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Mute like attracts want – want ignites desire I wake up and my entire life has passed – I’m old and frail, limbs rigid, my breath appears in small puffs they’ve already chosen my gravestone, a chunk of fieldstone – small but quaint except it...
by Desree | Oct 31, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
“GOTHS AREN’T BLACK” BUT YOU’D STARE ANYWAY, AND I CAN SMOKE TREE BOP ON THE CORNER TO BLACK METAL OR BASHMENT, IN PLATFORM BOOTS OR NIKE BLAZERS BECAUSE I AM STILL THE ONLY SPECTACLE IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD. IT IS BRAIDS KNOTTED INTO NOOSES,...
