by Helen Ivory | Jul 17, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
When I had a mental illness I just can’t beat it (Quote from Manchester by the Sea) In the unaccounted hours I used to wake up awake. One night I awoke with semen all over my legs I dreamt that I was sexual and wished, and wished, in the glue of...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 16, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Prose
Difference The two women cook together in the kitchen with the back door open. They swear and cackle about their boyfriends’ penises. When the sun gets lower in the sky they go out with their steaming plates and sit cross-legged on the tiny lawn...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 15, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Low Heath Wake hearing driven rain and darkness. Little lights along the shore. People shuffle in corridors, doors clunk, beeps reveal patients’ oxygen, heat, blood-force. I dreamed a sickly landscape, my home above the harbour, low heath,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 14, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Sprout I confess I am an idiot who believes in luck and the mania of new projects. If you drive these up to the mountains for the weekend, they may grow a sprout, and you may be allowed a tinfoil hat and a bird familiar. Seek vortices in rural...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 13, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Runes The water was everywhere but not our awareness of it. We only knew the ice — the age of ice was when we lived our mammoth lives, sabre toothed towards extinction. At the onset of the great thaw we were reborn evolved, undergone...
