by IB | Mar 24, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The Work of Hands And once the father frowned As the boy struggled to fasten The drawbridge on his fort. ‘He’ll never be any good With his hands’ he declared, As if the boy wasn’t there. And once he beat the boy For palming a Dinky toy His mother refused...
by IB | Mar 22, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Afterlife Perhaps the friends of Lazarus, who died and slipped his shroud, on seeing him might swoon or rush to hear the tales of that beyond they hoped and feared to face. Perhaps some cried or shook and got themselves quite drunk by noon. Or had the...
by IB | Mar 21, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The Memory of Lives incarnation. God in his worn, greasy jeans like a car mechanic is lighting a new life from an old one. a new cigarette from a cigarette butt. and you are merely a flame between the two worlds, smoked on an empty stomach. while he breathes...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 20, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Erato It takes ages. Tell me what it is you’re after she says, when finally I get through. Rain, I answer, rain that falls softly in a garden, and on the Aegean, the noise they make together, trees in the rain, and the way rain brightens the green...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 18, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Olympics I devoured the Olympics, filled my mouth and scrapbook with sticky ephemera. I stalked a torch, seized my shining, perforated prey, and stared into the void of Wenlock and Mandeville’s eyes. Sometimes, I am in the Olympics. I crawl from...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 17, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Craftsmanship beneath night’s skin he unearths raw stones serrated encrusted enigmatic cold tumbling them in two-twenty grit wears away the dull four hundred six hundred highlights the delicate garnet’s exposed seam agate’s...
