by Helen Ivory | Feb 15, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
If It’s Really Love, Then You Have To Accept This, Too I tell you my heart is breaking but the heart has four chambers and is not shaped like a heart at all so unless the fist squeezing my chest is a heart attack, my heart is not actually breaking...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 14, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Changes No, no one is who they think they are, nor what we think they are, either: the demon inside is thinking it and you can’t tell him. Being lion or crab, how did you imagine how your life started , what it became, reinterpreted as a pig,...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 13, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Attraction Like one of those horses on the carousel going round and round in circles sliding up and down a pole for three minutes then stopping a while then starting again for three minutes sliding up and down a pole in circles going round and...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 12, 2026 | Featured, Prose
Loop Dr Summers presses the ignition and the machine whirs to life. Its enveloping metal arches bristle with electricity around him, humming with a new energy that has the platform beneath his feet trembling. The fluorescent lights of his...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 11, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Sea Lily after Alison McWhirter Everything is moving. I have to remind myself it’s a flat canvas and behind it a wall that’s solid as I am. Although three quarters of my heart, and one third of my bones, are water. Which explains a lot. Appearance...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 10, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Anorexia Nervosa A vixen or a reason. A rave. No air, no sex, nor ovaries. An axe. A raven axe? O! No, sir! Arson, via an ex. Ore. A ravine. A rose. Nox. Melanie Branton is a spoken word artist from Redfield in Bristol with three...
