by Helen Ivory | Mar 12, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Jess Phillips reads the names, again Each year in March, on the eighth day, the one we’re allowed to call ours, slowly, Jess reads our names, not the bitch, slut, whore we died hearing, but the gifts from our parents. Remember us now in this careful...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 11, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Julia Webb is a neurodiverse writer from a working-class background who lives in Norwich. She has three poetry collections with Nine Arches Press: Bird Sisters (2016), Threat (2019) and The Telling (2022). She is a poetry editor...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 10, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Ice Maiden speaks whale, speaks star breathes in — tight as a tomb breathes out — splintered crackle snow falls — a silvery kintsugi fooling no-one she wants to be alone with her ice shroud to think slow thoughts drink from snow’s thickening...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 9, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Anne Askew & Amber Heard Plain speaking a woman of few words, is a gift of God (Sirach 26:14) Rack and stretch her, loosen flesh from bone. A jointed bird will not squawk. Each turn and pull will tighten the denial in her lips. Pop the sockets...
by Kate Birch | Mar 8, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
34 Symptoms of the Menopause A woman somewhere is typing on the internet my heart wakes me up like clockwork. Now, another woman – my whole body feels like a bee box too small for the bees. At 3am, a woman Googles ...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 7, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
By the Horns At breakfast my man sticks a purple magnolia bud in my soft boiled egg. The flower opens, distilling to lilac. On my autumn birthday he wrings the necks of seven swallow-wings to gift me the witch’s butter wobbling like an orange nebula...
