by Helen Ivory | Jun 16, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
The Insanity Ensemble It is not like an egg cracking or an exquisite shiver of shattered glass. It is not a supercelery bone snap or a wired ballerina bend. A cortisol swoosh floods your certainty a prefrontal cortex throb threatens thunder. A...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 15, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
High-Visibility The precondition for being a ghost is not only death but faith in an afterlife. Kit Fan. When I lost loved ones last year I thought my childhood fears would return. Sleeping in mum’s house waiting for the seen and felt, the...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 12, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Lesley Burt lives in Dorset. Her pamphlet, Mr & Mrs Andrews Reframed, was published by Templar Poetry in 2023, and Alice spins her Glitterball by Tears in the Fence in 2024.
by Helen Ivory | Jun 11, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
On sunday morning you lay together laughing She gets into your bed like when she was little. Flowers grow out of the wardrobe, moss claims the windowsill and a vine snakes its way to the bed post, climbing. You are laughing. Imagine she is...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 10, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
I had a leaf in my hair when I arrived the receptionist thought it was a hairclip I didn’t know how to tell her I’d been doing my pre-op under a beech tree, leaves drifting down like snow fungus like a great carved shelf bracketing the...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 9, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
My Dad Complains That The Hedges Are Overgrown and the word bemuses me, implying as it does the concept of excess in what can only be good. Why do we crave these straight lines and clean edges? The hedge itself is a border, a defining. A this is...
