by Helen Ivory | May 29, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Crux I was dreaming my real self when I woke with a jolt, had just slipped out of my seventh skin was approaching the nub of the thing. Like a chrysalis from ‘Khrusos’ meaning gold and holding S.O.S within it, I was slowly unpeeling my wings,...
by Helen Ivory | May 28, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
I Keep Dreaming of my Scarab Pendant You know me by my tooth enamel. I am skull, death in gold and malachite, cinnebared by rising suns, blood’s zest. I am woman of silence and feathers, moaning at the king’s touch, screaming to the gods at my...
by Helen Ivory | May 27, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Remnants It started with the usual sorts of beautiful trinket – flowers, feathers, pebbles in the rough and wonky shape of things – collected into shoe boxes, or lost beneath the car seat on the journey home. And we didn’t think...
by Helen Ivory | May 26, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Cutters It’s the clatter I hear first of metal tooth biting down scything sharp through the wildings. The most stupid way to die is flaying by hedge cutter. So I wave my arms and jump and the two farmboys with grins like soldiers pause the...
by Fahad Al-Amoudi | May 25, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
I Claim This Sky All winter I have kept vigil on these lichen-licked branches, compacting myself like stone. I’ve laid out the bones of my dead, glued my bloodied edges back together, shredded my pages and fed them to the wind – a lost language...
by Fahad Al-Amoudi | May 24, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Watching the Dead It’s how you remember him most. Under the lampshade with no sound, cobalt slip-ons angled by the chair, hands white as plugs (he’d always question the purpose of winter). It’s how you remember him most. Paints in a fossil box...
