by Helen Ivory | Jul 8, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Six Feather gashes cut the deepest because I can’t figure out their motives; this game of Russian roulette we play will kill me because you always load six cartridges. I think there is a wolf cub lost in this city, lost from his pack. My wrappers fall from my...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 7, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Lady Mary Hamilton If you were to be wandering through the Kunstkamera in St Petersburg, last century, you’d likely have spotted a glass jar on a dusty shelf and inside it a head, pickle-floating in spirits. This belonged to Mary Hamilton. It was...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 6, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The Journey in We pass a shock of roofs, a builders’ yard, A squat clocktower, cranes, wide bird-filled parks, Unkempt back lawns and windows seen through trees. Graffiti flares from walls of darkened brick And at unmeasured intervals we...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 5, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Prose
The Winter Coat My fingers flicked across the screen like a concert pianist performing a well-rehearsed and all too familiar musical score: odd numbers, one to thirteen, seventeen and twenty-seven (my lucky numbers), and a small bet on red, just...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 4, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The Mishap The first barbecue of summer – the last, for Peter – had a decent turnout, uni pals and partners mostly, but the odd school hanger-on and semi-pitied colleague too. The first hour was a bit damp, naturally – politics, sport,...
