by Helen Ivory | Apr 3, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Little boy dream My brother used to burn ants with a magnifying glass. I blamed the sun for tempting his half-talking, grazed knees to kneel on hot tarmac. He’d run his pink-licked fingers through the slab’s trenches, collecting worm eggs beneath...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 2, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Shap Fell In the murk of evening and car-heater fug, a thud. My five-year-old head hits the roof. The sheep is not quite dead. Bloodied on the top of Shap Fell her breath disappears into mist. No cars pass. I pray to see the sheep haul up onto matchstick...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 1, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Spring Song I remember spring and everything a freshly washed clean smell of green. A newborn kind of rain left the parked cars shining like a passed shower. I remember cycling, the tarmac deep black and streaming, past the shoppers queueing the high...
by Memoona Zahid | Mar 31, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Wanting Joy Glory be to the changeable wretch I am condemned to dance within. Spirits thumb a ride surging synapse and hurling ourselves in directionless tangles. Joy is hard. Joy must. I seek sepulchred secret caves inside guts where sin...
by Memoona Zahid | Mar 29, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
LAZY ABECEDARIAN FOR SUMMER MORNING PRESERVE ROUTINE A pile of kitchen-stove kindling twists Braids with achamma’s kuttichattan hair ribbon Creasing her fingers when she crushes a twig Dew-dropping her brew for new mothers in Early morning rose-light we...
by Memoona Zahid | Mar 28, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
spiralling during Planet Earth Attenborough’s voice echoes in my head (like God) He says that we need to act now (draws us all in with baby orangutans and birds that look like aliens.) Because otherwise, no one cares. Does he know that? Current levels of...
