by Helen Ivory | Mar 4, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Kiss me quick Often, we sad creatures for peace of mind, pleasure, possibly, perhaps, travel at speed through swathes of green lawns, tall trees, meadows leafy stuff, to reach something, cold wet and bitter, saline sided by yellow sand, pebbles,...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 3, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Observer Effect V Ephemeral should be the default – Evan Spiegel I said, “This is wrong” and they said, “No, it just is,” and I said, “I understand,” and I did, ishly, “But isness isn’t a valid method of mensuration. Presence, maybe.” “You mean...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 2, 2025 | Featured, Prose
The Human Business If J.M. Spugg inspired anything like admiration or fellow-feeling, it was among people who had never actually interacted with J.M. Spugg. To those blessed few he had only been the face of a million charity buckets up and down...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 1, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Thirsty Shadow the kind of being that won’t post an image of what they look like but wants you to love them to praise them while they lurk behind a grey thumbnail without features using mantras fierce hot feel the heat just a little sip ...
by Fathima Zahra | Feb 28, 2025 | Featured, Prose
Butterfly Clips Tucked within the geographic irrelevance of a small town in South India stands a tiny red-brick villa. More than twice my age, this is the house that my grandparents moved into when my mother was five. So, although it didn’t...
by Fathima Zahra | Feb 27, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The city asleep Street after street, ears bright to bass and tune of two thudding feet, gradients of breathing. But rain is brooding. Sparse headlights, ambient drone of cars kissing tarmac, merging — but rain twists senses, fractures distance,...
