by Helen Ivory | Nov 7, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Daddy’s Issues It’s Monday and screwed-up bits of paper hit her like rocks and bruise her inside and her wine (he said was his) paints the walls and burns like acid, droplets streaming ravines down her cheeks and a demon screams get out of my...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 6, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Cage the ocean in a room sloshing against the walls a bee in your closed fist feel the fury of her tiny heart a mouth in a cage forced to speak a second language a rope of sand spun on a wide bleak strand press your ear to the cold wet ground hear...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 5, 2021 | Featured, Poetry, Word & Image
Shine After Gillian Lever “What is orange? Why, an orange, Just an orange!” — Christina Rossetti, from Sing-Song (1873) Sweet naranja, common, in-your-face cadmium, chrome, atomic tangerine. # FF7F00: traffic cone of all colours...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 4, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Giblet after Claudia Emerson’s on leaving my body to science Pack the forests away in this dyed night, I won’t need them anymore, hair of thin cigarette smoke, trunk of posed opium. I is a liminal state....
by Helen Ivory | Nov 3, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Liminal Hours A chase of messages illuminates my screen through the small hours. Did I just see you? I’m sure I glimpsed you dancing, that green dress, the way you tilt your head to admire the view. These banshee hauntings my poor abandoned...
