by Helen Ivory | Feb 12, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The day job gave me a recurring dream on a frozen lake circles of ice were cut using giant hacksaw blades. Telling them I couldn’t swim as they smeared oil onto my shaking body was ignored. See them struggling placing me under the water chanting...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 11, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Boy and Stick In the old black-and-white photo he’s still up that tree in the park, a shape among branches, a kind of negative space, detectable only by mathematics and his pull on other objects. In shorts. Moustache of milk. Scabbed knees. Coins...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 10, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
A State of Being Under blue shadows of a red cliff I dream the sky will collapse. * The moon is an eye that does not suffer the sun is an eye that does not blink though it burns in the haven of my skull. * There are signs I have ignored knowing...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 9, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The Elixir It began with nectar weeping from your tear ducts. Your mother shone like a martyr. It dripped from your nostrils – the ambrose became mixed with the stink of the house. It oozed from your ears, hardened. Your father called you...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 8, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Sign I can visualise the street sign— its unfamiliar name— but not your face. Not really— flecks of shooting star shone in your hair then. I remember that but a friend tells me you are bald now. Standing on that corner: sage, bay leaf, baklava,...
