by Helen Ivory | Jun 15, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
medusa the narcissist self-preservation is really something ongoing and terminal they loved taxes they loved death certain things create an emotional reaction self-contemplation is coldly detached apparently the inevitable end of introspection led...
by Kate Birch | Jun 14, 2020 | Featured
by Helen Ivory | Jun 13, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Tell me again in this ragged midnight that intimacy will endure waters aren’t rising and tomorrow the fritillary butterfly will graze my garden tell me that passion is not merely nocturnal but a tsunami of connection no stormy tea-cup but...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 12, 2020 | Featured, Word & Image
shopdown blue-harbour azure-surety a single box of old cotswold legbar sterile jewels in the fragile heart of the fluttering-gloved hands and butterfly-face masks Helen Pletts (www.helenpletts.com) (Instagram @helen.pletts) Working...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 11, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Birds Everyone held a bird, except you. A policeman eyed you suspiciously. You followed the crowd into the square. When the clock struck noon, everyone lifted their bird aloft. Some snapped necks and wings, or let their bird fly. A wife watched...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 9, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Smickling I am as useless as a coronet, have lost a shoal of bloodied runts. Who shall assist me? Perhaps a ripe and red-faced peasant with more brats than she can raise. I need her shoes, I need a charm to stick what quickens to its cage. Perhaps...
