by Helen Ivory | Jul 14, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Alternates after Pessoa Do you remember that film where there are multiple suns, or was it moons, or both; and that other film where the guy can’t escape this one day, waking up to the same song, same radio news, I would have been like ‘oh,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 13, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Proofreading the Motorbike Manual I’m struggling to understand the meaning of float pivot pin, centrifugal filter, whether values or valves fits the context, when there’s the familiar sound of your impromptu knock and running to open the door...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 12, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Light at the edge of the world It takes both of us to pull the door open before I follow her up to the light room, climbing what appears to be a thousand spiral steps. At the top, leaning on a bent rail worn by old hands, I am breathing hard, like...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 11, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Sturgeon The mechanics of suffering is not so daunting to understand it hurts for a while- gums and bellies pierced by an unseen passion… and then it is done the savory-sweet, cherry cough syrup scent of death dries and disappears,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 10, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Ceiling is Painted Vivid White Many things crave our attention: the plates maturing in the sink after last night’s spag bol; the poinsettia dying on the windowsill; the news constantly playing on phone screens or the TV; that photo that needs...
