by Helen Ivory | Oct 17, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
You Were And she could hear the highway breathing And she could see a nearby factory She’s making sure she is not dreaming (Talking Heads, She Was) Out past the peeling smokestacks In a blurring frame of mind You healed me, in the name of A...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 16, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Otter in shadows You can see where he is, little seeker, by the sparkle of bubbles escaping from his fur, a surface shiver fizzing among bladderwrack. When he starts rummaging in nests on the skerry, the heron flaps off, a flag signalling end of...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 15, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Each night each night I lie in bed, spurred and splintered, to tape your breath, kiss the guinea pig that died in my keep, hair flick, to flick you alive each night I marry a replica of god’s first limb and break his fingers one by one each night...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 14, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Reaping the Whirlwind headlit rain-wind detonates on tarmac stings our faces lashes our ears batters our legs like breakers from a long Atlantic swell it souses heavy coats like tissue snatches our bellowed madness we scurry for shelter fools...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 13, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Starve O’clock The sharpness of hunger shadows the downs. Kite quarters with an opportunist’s moon-pale eye. The woman threw food – sky dog, it came to her whistle. Afraid for their barbecues, next door complain. Woman desist or be afraid. Lost on...
