by Chloe Elliott | Jan 24, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
to a chandelier Wo viel Licht ist, ist starker Schatten. Goethe fire-drunk, you dangle like a bad metaphor: a too-ripe melon, tugging umbilical at the ceiling. your shape: just right: the élan of a soap bubble your flux: too bright: ...
by Chloe Elliott | Jan 23, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Founding these boys have iron bones forged in foundries tongues like metal latches hinged at the shoulders names clattering clasps on stone their forefathers knew soot as dawn light the trudge & lift of it worn in their palm lines bit lips tasting of...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 21, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Row Your Own Boat, Please. It’s hard to be a bird in the winter – legs dipped into cold, dirty Thames’ water. No roof to hide under. It’s hard to stand against the current to prove your fallacies, your name, under your oppressing fog. It’s hard...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 20, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Of Shadows and Blebs November, the slow month, crowds the morning streets like a herd of brown ponies looking for a patch of green Ferries, laden with mint and cauliflowers, sprout on the Hooghly River like blebs on its soft skin Calcutta, full of...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 19, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
I am about to do something bodacious Barefoot in the yard, eating a slice of buttered toast, I feel a tremor in my bones. Usually, I am full of plans, but not today. I cannot picture the future. I am carried along by the sensation that I am about...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 18, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The necklace was a gift from where they mine it out of the mountains. Haematite: an iron stone. Dense beads as grey as the metal; polished. It is cold against its wearer till it borrows some of their blood heat and if they should move too freely...
