by Kate Birch | Sep 25, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Loving the Social Anthropologist Almería His country was hot, his economy informal. His method was covert – participant observation. Before dawn in the square, he would watch the men gather collecting in shadows and concentric circles – the...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 21, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
from After (John Ashbery, Worsening Situation) As one broken upon a wheel, or dropped from a great height upon jagged rocks, I have watched this murmuration, this perturbation, and have felt my limbs grow numb, however great my desire for flight. Will...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 20, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
they define ‘hiraeth’ as a kind of doomed longing – your childhood bedroom is someone else’s now and your hometown doesn’t exist – they see dandelions, a beloved film, their grandmother’s hands, safe old gummy...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 19, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
gratitude I if I had to tell you about my friend John he’s got a daughter, same age as mine he’s listening to GoGo Penguin in his favourite chair nothing else about his day is optimal but he’s leaning forward, head in prayer there’s a lot of...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 18, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The Half-a-man The giant statue in the main square is weeping sky-blue and sun-yellow tears. Later, leaf-green, then blood-red…soon a technicolour dreamcoat’s worth of crying. Only, this is real. Overnight, the statue loses a leg, next, a finger,...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 15, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
I am Jealous of the Rain smug smug rain has millennia to finish sculpting could take six lifetimes over the angle at the brink of a whorl smirking smug smug rain invites us to see its progress feels no need to grant us insight or god forbid ask...
