by Helen Ivory | Aug 4, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
How to Escape and Other Theories For Mary My sister sings me to sleep from half a world beyond, and I sink into the pool of night with an earful of song. Outside, this foreign city closes and I travel to Dundalk – the Green Church, Castletown Road...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 3, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Holy Days I took you to see churches in hot countries. You admired the architecture, peeked inside the giant ribcage but found no heart, only empty pews for empty people. Sometimes, you strolled majestically up the spine towards the altar, like a...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 2, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Quite Contrary This was the only place she felt at peace, our Mary, in her haphazard back garden. She loved to tend it, plant things to grow, fashioned a path like rosary from stones. She rubbed slate together trying for sparks but found instead...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 1, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Tri Jablana There’s a walk I do alongside a bank of the Kupa from Dubovac to Gaza then curve out into open country where before you get to the mental health institution there are three poplars – tri jablana – three poplars in a field...
