by Helen Ivory | Dec 3, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Melting Iceberg It’s no good looking at a shooting star with a fly trapped in your eye. You hear the yawn above the skin tide mewling and popping like a calved whale while you spell out the words: mastodon, sabre-toothed tiger, giant bear. But...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 2, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Sunstroke I knew a man with suns for eyes, he blazed with sex and golden lies, a burning shitstorm in disguise. How slowly do the seasons turn. The solar flares of hot desire cannot cleanse a cheating liar. The glaring fact: you play with fire,...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 1, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
House, Coyo Atacama Desert Two men talking about sex, drunk, splattering words like spells – they’ll bring in the culandero, the woman with fangs – Somebody has given herself prematurely. Somebody has fallen off a swing. Somebody knows the timing’s...
by Chloe Elliott | Nov 30, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
TIME OF PAUSE I’m what’s left in the toothpaste tube when squeezing won’t get any more out. I’ve often felt this way before. I need to pause, to be the quiet on the underside of an oak leaf. Let the wind come. I’m going to pause. I don’t know when...
by Chloe Elliott | Nov 29, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Note To the Pathologist. Take a scalpel, cut along the white bone of breast fold back the flesh, there behind the ribs, you’ll see ribald laughter caged, gasping for breath. Between the red thread of capillaries you will discover a black patch...
by Chloe Elliott | Nov 28, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
What was it like in the War, Granda? I became desert, death, murderer, a kind of killing machine. I washed my clothes in oil. I bartered my knife for water. I used my gun. I saw friends die over an officer’s stupidity. I was made to polish boots while the winds...
