by Helen Ivory | Jul 2, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Bats You are pleased to see me in my gothic T-shirt – those bats, you say, have been your friends. Throughout the months you think you’ve been here, they have perched above your bed, protectors, telling you by sonar, not to fear. Without them, you...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 1, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Mark Wyatt now lives in the UK after teaching overseas. His work has recently appeared in Exterminating Angel, Greyhound Journal, Ink Sweat and Tears, Osmosis, Sontag Mag, Streetcake Magazine, and Talking About Strawberries All Of The Time. More here:...
by IB | Jun 30, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
white flag, black flag he lived with his hand permanently on the throttle, like it would kill him if he let it go. existence passed in flashes, his alcohol soaked dreams indistinguishable from reality—he was a victim of his divorced mind chalking up his...
by IB | Jun 29, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Bananas My mother gives me a pound note, creased, warm like a secret. Go buy a pound of bananas, she says, and I, too quick, ran out. I walk the tiled floor of the grocers, past rows of sparkly gala apples, ruby grapes size of gobstoppers. I point at the...
by IB | Jun 28, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
A woman is scrubbing a grave A woman is scrubbing a grave but the blood remains a woman dreams of a brown beast driven mad and knows it is herself a woman believes the voice in her mind nurses the splinter of glass in her heart a woman may defend herself...
by IB | Jun 27, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
This Thing Called Loss a boy grows tired of dying again and again. i am building him a morgue ...
