by Helen Ivory | Feb 15, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
At the Birmingham markets When I was young, before the sky was torn, I strutted in-and-out of poisoned jobs and bare-walled rooms, poor yet indestructible, naive and full of quirk and piss, not belonging but belonging, knowing more than anyone...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 14, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Thief You took my index finger and showed me where to go. My thumb you painted green. What do you want to grow? My elbow helps you move across a crowded room. But why’d you take my mouth? What will you say, to whom? You swept my feet away...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 13, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
You There you are again at the far end of the empty beach, scrambling over rocks beneath the abandoned nunnery painted ice-cream green. Fleet as a greyhound, tiny as a mote floating in the outer corner of my eye, matted hair a billowing ghost of...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 12, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
How to let it go Pick it up. Feel the weight of it in your hands. Pinch, roll, squeeze, flatten, slap it like fresh clay. Own the reactions of your body. Pinpoint the lump in your throat, the knot in the lowest part of your abdomen. Coax the howl...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 11, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Nothing ever happens A familiar slideshow of picture postcards sidle by through the bubble of your train window; trees new in leaf and freshly-printed lambs, fractured stonewalling clinging impossibly to hill, separating off precious little from...
