by Helen Ivory | Apr 4, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
When I read my poem about stretch marks you said it was a funny thing to write about. I felt a flare, low down, an orange hazed ember you’d have to blow into life. Because they’re not very nice to look at you said. The flame caught, scorched...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 3, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Promised a Hedgehog, We Wait in Your Garden Our bodies hinge into smallness, my back pressed into the shelter. Street voices fade, radios are muted, we count house lights twinkle out one by one. On the edge of sleep it comes snuffling through leaf...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 2, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Blown Away The Victorian spinning wheel at the top of the stairs was carved in South Wales around the time this house was built. Somewhere in the carpenter’s breath was a flicker of the blue I chose for the walls when I stripped them to go with...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 1, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Abreast Wait, I’m talking. It’s my turn. Be patient. It takes me a while. I have to work it out. I will keep it short. You see I’ve lived a while, learnt a few things, for example clichés are true but not always. Listen to your...
by Kobi Essah Ayensuo | Mar 31, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
On My Evening Walk Down Walworth Rd For anyone considering going on T I’m ready for your future self to walk right up to me. I am certain that I will recognize you because I’ve been practicing! As night falls like a slow curtain onto...
by Kobi Essah Ayensuo | Mar 30, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
the feminine urge to murder a lover over breakfast because he talked over you at last night’s dinner party. swallowing remarks like dripping yolk, whilst he sips his tea brewed with love— and arsenic. the feminine urge to wash his whites with the red...
