by Helen Ivory | Oct 12, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Testing the mettle Ther was no man, for peril, dorste hym touche. A Sheffeld thwitel baar he in his hose. The Reeves Tale, Canterbury Tales, Chaucer. Such a knife, a real Et Tu Brute number. Bone handled, incisive. Decades of marriage had whetted...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 11, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The art of cutting and stitching My mother’s knife made the first cuts – she removed my fertile light bulbs, then stuffed my womb with shredded tissues. Not cruelty, you understand, but failed protection. Men have still hacked and moulded. A chop,...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 10, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Serenity Prayer god grant us the serenity / to accept the things we cannot change / the courage to change the / things we can / and the wisdom to know el differencio / such as / true Heinz ketchup / vs Aldi home brand / the subtle grief of budget...
by Elontra Hall | Oct 9, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Four-Leaf Clover We searched so long for that clover. Every time the sun shone we scoured the fields and woods, running past the children playing with skipping ropes and hula hoops. Then you came to me and said you found one. The tape transparent...
by Elontra Hall | Oct 8, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The Headteacher Counts Down to the School Firework Display for BB 10 Children dart in the dark, screamers streaming sweets and neon, their parents 9 huddling, clutching wholesale beers sold for a profit by the PTA 8 So many...
by Elontra Hall | Oct 7, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Summer Days Those hot hot summer days. Hair curling against sticky clammy foreheads. Pony tails, pig tails or braids. Keep it off our neck and backs. Sometimes we’d skinny dip in the middle of the afternoon. Having a glorious time being mermaids,...
