by Helen Ivory | Feb 12, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Ringed Her feet snagged in a cleverly-placed net my sister waits for him to untangle her, to hold her head still between thick fingers, feather ruff ticking in each rapid breath, her eyes black and bright, body eclipsed by the size of him, nothing...
by Kate Birch | Feb 11, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Denizens Mice live in the London Tube. A train leaves and small pieces of sooty black detach themselves from the sooty black walls and forage for crumbs in the rubbish under the rails that are death to man. You can’t see their feet move. They...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 11, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
What Mr. Pig Did After Paula Rego Prince Pig and his First Bride 2006 Mr. Pig modelling his best Sunday suit of farmyard smells, flees from the cook’s cleaver to find himself a sow. This snorty, stinky, porker seeks a succulent female but...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 10, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Medea My heart is breaking, so I’m setting up my new Wonder Oven. The waft of toxicity as I run it on empty for ten minutes is a welcome distraction. Do you know what a Wonder Oven is? Let me tell you. A Wonder Oven is so much more than just an...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 9, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
This Sea Is Ours We enter in darkness. Naked feet rush over cold pebbles, phone-torches light our pathway to the sea. We shed layers of hoodies, pyjamas, socks and trainers. Seafoam slashes cold against our knees. We swim further into night,...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 8, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
You Know What 9am Feels Like, Right? Like, If Your Watch & All Clocks—Suddenly Worldwide—Disappeared, You’d Still Know What 9am Feels Like, Right? The first wristwatch was first worn in 1810, despite what old turn-it-up Flintstones episodes...
