by Helen Ivory | Aug 21, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Dust I have become my mother, always sweeping through the corners of our corners, her broom in search of imperfection to eviscerate. Life is so untidy, but she has found ways to be neat. She picks up all the scattered things left lying,...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 20, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Familiar Tissue “My father is given to me and I dissect his body. I study him carefully. You ask me where I learn anatomy?” – Stanislaw Szukalski As every sinew, tendon, lies apart I reflect that only, in these loving scrapes...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 19, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Prose
Part We didn’t expect it to snow but look it falls in soft flakes. Alone now, we leave the cottage between white folds and aim at mountains. You walk ahead: a gap, I leave and over your footprints, I press my own. We follow the stream winter...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 18, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Lions in Translation We, at the International Lion Translation Centre, do not believe: If a lion could speak we would not understand him. Through our outreach programme our dedicated team of translators, at considerable personal risk, have found...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 18, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Paper Doll The woman practised control on paper dolls, renditions of perfection in children seen but not heard. She bound their chests in liberty bodices attached with tabs, displayed them in dioramas of salvaged boxes. She wished they had more...
