by Sofía Masondo | Jul 22, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
The Crofton Road home team play football with the moon They have no kit to speak of but compensate with unshakeable belief they’ll ace the cup. With this in mind, they’ve got young Sharkey Thompson up in goal. Starts well. McGarry heads a blinder, slips – a fatal...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 21, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
His Nose is so Visible Against the Midnight Blue The moon is a Punch in the sky. A boy is carrying a bruise. And nobody is talking to either of them about ordinary things. She says she cannot trace the shape of the puppet you are seeing in...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 20, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Cunning These things I know, and in knowing, can do; I am able, and my ability like my anatomy is deceitful. Canniness is seeing illusion not sin in the tip of the tongue the curve of the eye; the bodies like mine whipped for their wits. It is...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 19, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
The Stopping Thing after Wanda Coleman You wrestle the car seat’s five-point harness, scrabble for a foothold in the new life. The baby has thin hair and flaky skin like age — this daughter dished up fresh out of my body to gaze clear-eyed at air....
by Helen Ivory | Jul 18, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
We Need to Talk about Shoes The right shoes for work, party, funeral. The right shoes for 2023, with heels not worn down last century, like sister Jo’s shit-brown Mary Janes, passed on by Aunt Jess in pristine pasteboard box. Each clipped step,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 17, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Grandad keeps pigeons and canaries in the same cage. He has never hurt me. He probably could, so I follow, skipping moss stuffed cracks in the concrete path, the bolt is secured with wire, the padlock hangs uncoupled. Green paint patchworks the...
