by Helen Ivory | Sep 13, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Wishes that Became Small in The Hospital There are other mosques where the prayers are thrown louder and prostrations stranded without limit There was a subtle, almost imperceptible fear about the ego that is often exchanged as well as desires...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 12, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Cleaning the cooker Dismantling the burners, part inside part. So many meals scorched onto them as dark fat, the week’s routine teatimes. Here someone’s spilt toffee sauce, now transformed to carbonised grit, here hard grains of uncooked rice from...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 11, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The 7.14 The 7.14, the train I always take, it arrives empty from the depot so I always get a seat, the interiors are Christian Lacroix and lights ambient lavender blue, just right for the not- morning person who looks at suburbs that roll by...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 10, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
…walking on one of those sunny January afternoons before the light goes and warm – a warm breeze, can you believe it – and ploughed fields and sun on soil and you press play, the song you first heard and loved a few days before on a boxset, and...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 9, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Sad Streets and Side Streets My dad is a sad man— I’ve said this in another poem only it wasn’t me, it was Dad pretending to be me which is a thing he does. (that said I have thought it before, more than thought, I know he’s a...
