by Helen Ivory | Nov 19, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Prose
When this is all over… We will hug. There’re two types. A proper one starts off gentle, a soft caress as two people’s arms find a way through each other’s limbs, as chests start to touch, as each pulls the other tighter to them, as you inhale...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 18, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Please accept our apologies as we stand with a basket of light, brighter than its weight in gold. Cherry-picked too. The old lady pledged that it could withstand quite the storm. Perhaps she was right, but the painted sign says in bold: Sadly, The...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 17, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Lies From my window I watch leaves flutter. Seagulls stamping their feet, I play with my loneliness. I write stories, I tell lies like: “My heart leaps at the thought of love.” Mariam Saidan is Iranian/British and has worked in the...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 16, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Mushroom Picker Mushrooms grow well in chicken manure, but there’s a rumour the farm is experimenting with faeces from the local zoo. We traipse into the shed: a corrugated half-cylinder. I wrangle a ladder that’s taller than me, stuff blue...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 15, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Reviews
A joint collection from two widely published poets opens with, ‘Crescent Moon Over Cookworthy Forest’ which introduces their personal love story – hidden for most of their lives – like the forest and the flora and fauna that inhabits the woodland. The...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 14, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Off colour 1946: a green rabbit and a grey giraffe, crafted by her uncle in hospital in Palestine, where making leather toys was therapy. Good solid toys, and wipeable, sturdy in a toddler’s hand. She wobbled round clutching the giraffe by its...