by Helen Ivory | Sep 26, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Poetry Arm Today was all left-handed. I’ve slapped it on the wrist, wrapped what it’s written, hidden in a file, locked behind a password: a little bomb of bitterness I couldn’t post online. My left hand’s the clumsy one blundering on the...
by Desree | Sep 25, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
How to pronounce Dagenham For Jodie Chesney First relax ur froat, ur maaf, ur vibe Not much to do about not much to do so ya chat shit: Wiv ya white shirt unbuttoned over West Ham strip Clanging pawnshop platinum on a baby blackbird’s chest. Narmy...
by Desree | Sep 24, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Fond The Earth is not even fond of us anymore or the Goddess or the bees or the glowing children. Only dogs entertain a tolerance for us – we earned it over time, blackmail of bones and treats, but some dogs want to bite, recalling, howl,...
by Desree | Sep 23, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Here I am, again after John Yau & the room is cold with its geometry of faces a child looks through cellophane & imagines an escape a place moves in time like a needlepoint on water often it’s hard to tell what’s real from reflection as a...
by Desree | Sep 22, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Brief moments of light We walked by that lake each evening, within an inch of holding hands. Tiny firefish rushed to water’s edge to taste the aftermath of our feet. Vagrant water hyacinth and lonely snakebirds listened as we talked and talked....
by Desree | Sep 21, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
When is the zombie apocalypse? I might not make it. March 13th, 2020; The ghosts of Sligo’s cholera outbreak walk us to the Lidl store, lurch when they see the masked and ready murmur tightly across the specials. I buy bamboo coffee cups,...
