by Helen Ivory | Oct 7, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Cindy Botha lives in New Zealand where she began writing after 6 decades of doing other things. She is published in New Zealand, the UK and USA. Olga Dermott has published two pamphlets: apple, fallen (Against the Grain Press) and A...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 6, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Anthropophony I’m tuning in to territories like we’d tune in to stations on the radiogram. The shortwave chiff-chaff with the dial stuck, the maudlin willow warbler, the blackcap trying and failing to be a nightingale. And this is work. In the...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 5, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
The Interior We gather around the machine, looking down at the fallen trunk, with little hope of being able to put it all back together. The grandfather had the tools, and the skills, but he bequeathed none to us. The sand under our feet is orange...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 4, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
A Mawkish Ode to Murder She was night at its blackest heart It’d be stupid not to, right? It began with slaying metaphors, that gifted an initial rush like blood orange splatter in the opening frames of a thriller. They were in birth removed from...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 3, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Gold A shower of gold? Old Zeus? That’s the village gossip except I saw her legs wide to the sun. Well, we’ve all been there, haven’t we, girls? And if a passing goatherd happened to linger in a jangle of leaping bells what do you expect? It was...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 2, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Hello, I’ve crafted myself a god from the kind of modelling clay you fire in your kitchen oven. I can lift my god with my hands, carry god around. Look, my god has fourteen heads, each one mounted on its own elegant neck — fourteen necks rising...
