by Helen Ivory | Sep 7, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Visit Your building is an early 2000’s monstrosity. Mini palm trees and cultivated grass embedded in studded concrete, sweat stained balconies a spit away from the diamond exchange where night brings out prowlers in business suits and lambs paling...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 6, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
because I’m a car mechanic’s son When Ed who’s a doctor’s son couldn’t start his car in the snow outside Salzburg after The Magic Flute, I got out to push saying “Pop the clutch Eddie after I get her rolling” which I knew how to do – * because you...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 5, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
And sit with the dark In response to Stand in the Light by Elizabeth Rimmer And sit with the dark, when it comes. Smell the wax and the wick – watch its small orange tip glow brighter then fade into black. See the ghost of its flame on your...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 4, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Please join us on zoom for live readings from Carole Bromely, Raymond Antrobus and Catherine Woodward on Sunday 5th September at 4pm GMT. This is part of our monthly award-winning ‘Live from the Butchery’ series, hosted by Helen Ivory and Martin Figura from...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 3, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Water & Mud The water in its lonely bowl beneath your bed, drawn from where? You were drawn from the mud in January. From the mud. Robert Hirschfield is a New York-based poet and writer about poetry. He has been widely...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 2, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Building a fire My mother is kneeling by the hearth tearing strips from the West Briton rolling them round her fingers. I see the Penroses had their Silver Wedding. She lays the twisted paper criss-cross in the grate, newspaper ink smudges her...