by Kate Birch | Mar 14, 2021 | Featured, Poetry, Word & Image
my mother is with the stars my mother is with the stars the missing buckle on Orion’s belt holding my favourite constellation in check – the Universe will be organised against its will – my Earth in chaos, still Helen Pletts (www.helenpletts.com)...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 13, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Mrs McNab All of a sudden, would Mrs McNab see that the house was ready, one of the young ladies wrote…Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse. She comes as summoned, care taker with a leer, a lurch, a grinding of boots on shingle, tears cobweb veils of...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 12, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Night A gymnasium with crepe paper and leather soles, an iron box with only singles, rain without the drop, a clever dance where the floor taps our shoes. I cling to your scapula, your hand, like clothespins, like darkness, following the...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 11, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Stars Emerging from the tent at 3am, you see this field of fools, that hedge, the sea, all subtly lit by an array of stars in numbers that your mind cannot compute. They’re barnacles fixed on a dark flat rock, and that faint streak of quartz marks...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 10, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
New same Year January 2021 Every day, I am a mother, and I am asked to explain things I don’t really understand – like contrails or the...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 9, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Half Brother (It rained, remember?) We climbed to the roof, took turns dying our bodies glistened & shook, mist from our tongues I step into your game screaming I get five lives! (but you always win) Hold your breath, count to ten cut your...
