by Helen Ivory | Apr 3, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
You Are Now Entering Antarctica When the glacier breaks, we’re sitting down to eat dinner. A large piece of ice beginning the slow move South puts me on edge, evolutionarily speaking. My skin, already white, feels like it’s shimmering like the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 2, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Being a Mother I look back and ask, how did we get by? Was there too much angling after exactness? Did I promise you something and fail? Unfathomable, the way things become, like winter, a stretch of bare garden. Gone the violets, the brittle...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 1, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The Trickster Talks of her Tears I wake and, for no reason other than life itself, my face feels like it’s made of tears, and they creep along the insides of my eyelids, like rain shifts across a windscreen at speed, but somehow they’re only ghosts of...
by Prerana Kumar | Mar 31, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The Earth is Not a Cold Dead Place Be secretive – don’t make confidences, at most drop hints. Be small bright flowers – peripheral, almost overlooked. Have aliases, a sudden sweet smell at sunrise, a choir in the distance from...
by Prerana Kumar | Mar 29, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
One touch and you Become it Playtime in the streets. All of you in a line, behind a Wolf who has his back to you. What time is it Mr Wolf? Four o’clock! He shouts without turning. You let another little girl or boy, too eager for their own...
by Prerana Kumar | Mar 28, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
I Draw a Line of fire and blood, of ants running in horror, a line of broken windows, locked doors, of size four school shoes with shiny bows, a line of thunder and lightning falling into the living room of our so-called home, a line of frightened...
