by Helen Ivory | Feb 3, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Bin Day It’s Wednesday and / again / I’m laying pages of newspaper on the kitchen table / tipping up the food waste bin / scattering teabags and potato peelings and orange pith in a pile / and wrapping it up like chips from the chippy / so the...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 2, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Pilates Zoom We cultivate the knack of getting down on the floor and back up three or four times each day. The constellation of cables, chips and thin air through which our leader observes us is mysterious as prayer, more predictable, precise....
by Helen Ivory | Feb 1, 2025 | Featured, Flash Fiction
Chiaroscuro A line of blue hills in the distance is contoured like a monumental sentence… – Ciaran Carson He began his day as he’d always done—by fetching up the milk from his doorstep, putting the kettle on and tumbling Darjeeling leaves...
by Fathima Zahra | Jan 31, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Charm for a walk In a dull sky the guttering flame of a white heron, drawn down to the bourne. Then a field of black dock fluttering and rising like a bedsheet of crows. The webbed slush that vanishes to the touch. Did you pay for...
by Fathima Zahra | Jan 30, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Secrets We could tell there was something we weren’t allowed to know. Something kept hidden from us children, something not quite right with Mr Jones. We wondered why his wife had rabbit-in-the-headlight eyes. When blue lights came...
by Fathima Zahra | Jan 29, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The Rescuers When the waters broke we were out there, borderless, with just a view of bloodshot sky from the labour suite, his weight a nautilus shell, face pinched in perpetual sleep, one silk eyelid pulled awry as dawn held him at the edge of...
