by Helen Ivory | May 4, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Corner Block Vigil in Cowboy Hat I’m five years old, crouched on the knee-high brick fence next to the letter box. I’ve scraped my legs getting up there. I’m wearing a cowboy hat and a man’s striped dressing gown with long red beads, and watching...
by Helen Ivory | May 3, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
At the Royal Ontario Museum Four hundred pounds of rose pink muscle, the dead heft of a whale’s heart, a mass worthy of Rubens, worthy of Moore. Visitors lean in to feel the quiver of sea, pinned and plinthed under glass, the thought of Arctic...
by Helen Ivory | May 2, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Turned Injun I Turned Injun, didn’t yeh. Riders whoop across the screen, red skinned, paint, and painted Paints. And the boy’s jolted by her cheers – outlaw to his young years, music to such green ears: Auntie Val’s rooting for the baddies. More...
by Helen Ivory | May 1, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
beltane (may day poems, glastonbury 2019) pale- moon sun: slow, heavy drops on the site of arthur’s tomb (his queen in small print!) – a quarter of a millennium, the...
