by Helen Ivory | Dec 23, 2023 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Time of year Mistletoe hung by the front door and you had to kiss whoever was standing under it. That was one of the Christmas rules like watching the Queen at 3 o’clock. It was the uncles with wet mouths that she didn’t like. How did they do it?...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 22, 2023 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
A Post-Colonial Cool Yule to y’All Australia detained asylum seekers on Christmas Island until 2018. It was named in 1643 after William Mynors of the East India Company sighted it on Christmas Day. Have you seen the red crab women of Christmas...
by Kayleigh Jayshree | Dec 21, 2023 | Twelve Days of Christmas, Word & Image
Embrace after an Elmwood sculpture by Richard Lawrence His hands hook her waist as if pulling her from a flower. She closes her eyes in the little cave she finds under his chin. Let this blizzard bury them together, fill the footprints they won’t leave, his...
by Kayleigh Jayshree | Dec 21, 2023 | Twelve Days of Christmas, Video
When Joe Went Out Late to shut away the poultry after weeks of rain he knew where the pony was by the sound of its hooves sucking in the mud.Foxes still kill in downpours. Maybe they keep closer to the bones of the hedge or loiter below hollies, but...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 21, 2023 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Not my partridge not my pear tree I Google tells me the partridge is Christ, ready for the wound. The temporary pluckers are digging for lead in the flesh. The urban dictionary says I’ll never be that cool. Ii And I read, because you were reading...
by Chloe Elliott | Jan 1, 2023 | Featured, Twelve Days of Christmas
I am made of ice When I say this please know me. Know that it has taken months. Believe me. They’ve noticed. Another student house to fill with snow and boxes. One more fight to pick. I am no longer phased by damp. Or mould. Or unexpected calls from the landlord....
