by Helen Ivory | Apr 7, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Haunting Some houses are full of ghosts, some people can hear all of them but most never notice. No particular reason for it, it’s just different levels of ectoplasmic sensitivity, nothing to do with genetics or upbringing, one of those random...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 6, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
When Your Lawnmower Quotes Stalin you know there’s a problem. The easiest way to gain control of the population is to carry out acts of terror as you push your rotary blade Qualcast across an unruly lawn full of the spirit of Spring, this uprising...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 5, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Patricia Marlowe after Nancy Jane by Charles Simic Step-father choking on his sandwich as she died. Hope, the optimist, flying away. Like spectators at a private drama we were, children peering into a fishbowl. In walked a nurse with a trolley. (How...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 4, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The Snow There’s no need to talk about oneself. What’s real is real all over: a sediment of cold — pure cold — is salutary to the warmth, which thought it had the say. You little enzyme-hungry bits and pieces, life-shoots & insects, winding...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 3, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
You Are Now Entering Antarctica When the glacier breaks, we’re sitting down to eat dinner. A large piece of ice beginning the slow move South puts me on edge, evolutionarily speaking. My skin, already white, feels like it’s shimmering like the...
