by IB | Apr 22, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Dance With My Father after Luther I never danced with my father more so beside him, sometimes across in the clock face of summer dance circles. My father walks backwards better than most walk forward— so whenever he sewed his steps into the living room...
by IB | Apr 21, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Jigsaw A family photo, blown up and chopped into a thousand pieces then tipped on the table. We found our eyes first, as they swirled through fragments of black jumper, dark pine trees and an orange sunset sky. The jigsaw became a winter tradition, and...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 20, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Lent As if it wasn’t enough cycling three miles to eight o’clock mass on cold white mornings I stayed in the chapel after the final blessing too early for class in the Colaiste I filled in time around the shadowy stations of the cross the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 19, 2025 | Featured, Prose
Collateral Damage The darkening sky skids past at sixty miles an hour. My eyes are keeping a vigil over the dead fringes of tarmac either side of the road as I drive, flicking from the cars in front of me to the next unidentified something lying...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 18, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Charm Enough of scorch, scald, sore- and rawness. Sometimes flesh longs for eclipse. Mesh over mesh, compact me with cool plaster. Swaddling clothes. Dry crust. Sarcophagus. A scratch, a bramble rip… a mere sly snick from a page of your...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 17, 2025 | Featured, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
end-of-day catch our wicker basket full of salmon sunset * hospice garden the wishing fountain fills with fallen leaves * breezy sunshine my blind date and I slow-dance to subway’s sway * churchyard shadows a bent woman speaking in tongues *...
