by Helen Ivory | Nov 16, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
A very small thing. I found your fingernail creased inside the poetry I read to you. A dry paring, thin crescent, white as a hospital tag, cut when you could still fight me, with your vowels and yelping, with the stricture of your hands. I...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 15, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Fumes Everyone goes to the harvest – men, women, and children leave at dawn, as soon as the fog changes colour. It’s safer then, but beyond the stockade, they still wear masks and gloves. Except for the woman at the front – her mouth is free. She...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 14, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Bear Bear, you’re a mouth that breathes while it chews and you spray your wisdom on bits of bread Bear you’re a man who lives fast and loose with a loneliness cavernous inside your head Bear can I ask you to eat your own tongue when you spy bought...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 13, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
a solitary word when i feel lonely, i let hot water melt my iceberg body and disappear into the drain. it meets all kinds of ruined creatures there; we sit together by the fire, holding our flared up hands, and see that void is not so empty after all,...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 12, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Floodgate The first sight was a sound from a high valley it didn’t know itself it curled around corners a tree swayed gently and the water touched the low branches first a gentle flow then faster a double wave but no crest no breaking surf it passed...
