by IB | Jun 23, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Fugue at 2:17 a.m. The fridge clicks its cold heart. Outside, foxes yowl like their throats are made of gravel and old songs. This hour does not require a name. It is known by its absences: no text reply, no sleep deep enough to soften the inner stammer....
by IB | Jun 22, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
when we moved from morecambe out of the garage dark whose door we raised with a thimble of power before the spring kicked in like how our mothers’ mothers brought light to fading eyelids with smelling salts we sniffled to the...
by IB | Jun 21, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Granules in the Hourglass Syllables cascade through time, granules in an hourglass, to recombine, cohere into a word, a phrase, poetic line. Language reinvents itself, coruscates in signs on walls; falls silent, mute as clay and stone on tablets that...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 20, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
…tell it slant The river is an old demon & my heart is an infirm creature The river is sure of its way & my heart is capable of lies. The river is incapable of lies & my heart is beating, beat on beat. The river flows from high to low...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 19, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
everything i love is out to sea glass-tooth morning. salt mouth. i left the stove on just to feel wanted. the sea wrote back once— in lowercase. smudged. untranslated. i drank it anyway. // the sun fell behind me like a dog you didn’t name. didn’t...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 18, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
To no one After you deleted your profile, I had no number. No email. No name to search. Just a blinking cursor where you used to reply. Still — I kept writing. Sometimes just: “Hi.” Or “Would you have answered today?” Or “I don’t know what I’m doing.” Or...
