by Helen Ivory | Sep 12, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Binge drinking Sometimes I distract myself, watch Svankmajer with the family, or walk like Robert Walser, conversing cheerily with crows; but the news still bubbles madly under bouts of fierce bad skin, bursts forth in pints of wine and whisky...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 11, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Blue Lilies The blue lilies celebrating my pregnancy I placed in a vase of blue-wash pottery. A sweet force had somehow swept through the gristle and splinters and sediments and sticky bubbles of my polycystic ovaries. I told her stories, lots,...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 10, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Floors of Vapor Plover inside a crocodile’s mouth, blinking the clouds from its eyes. Doing nothing is difficult. Adam Day is the author of Left-Handed Wolf (LSU Press, 2020), and of Model of a City in Civil War (Sarabande Books),...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 9, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Liminal Before he died, he saw his parents more and more, not that it bothered him, he said, there was nothing untoward going on: they didn’t gesture him to follow nor loom at his bed in the care home; they went about their ordinary lives,...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 8, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Neuroleptics There goes the man with the paper face stretching his arms for takeoff, his cloak flapping open for flight. He knows every twig in these wooded grounds. He can float above every tree. Above him red squirrels chase each other across...
