by Helen Ivory | May 4, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Without a Following If you could call that friend, the special one, the one you always love and know loves you, if you could and she were not also dead, she would be the one to let you go. Even so, let go, even without her you can do this, alone, if you...
by Helen Ivory | May 3, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Presence of Trees Until the dead, sucked from leaf mould graves are rising in forest sap, to make connections inside strange green brains nothing will be crossed in, nothing will be crossed out until the dead poke holes in the sky with their bones...
by Helen Ivory | May 2, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
what you mean to me wiping tears with drink coasters in soho revolving around how you’ll both leave and stay men in the window you kissing my jaw by the pints i didn’t drink by the ashtray asking when the arrogance of thinking that...
by Helen Ivory | May 1, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The pink and the brown So many times I walked head down half asleep along that ordinary road to school until the day I saw the cherry trees sick of standing around bored and invisible all at once dressed up sinewy brown limbs embellished with...
by IB | Apr 29, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Aberfan The hillside had continued to spill onto the hand-digging first responders. Cliff Michelmore, in stark black and white, his words threading, stitching, beside himself with grief. My mother never cried so much. She’d had the two of us, had learnt...
by IB | Apr 28, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
We are no longer what blood is to the body After Tiken Jah Fakoly I They are sharing the world. This same small village of ours, where our fathers erected their huts, & buried their aged. They are destroying the sky we built with our unequal...
