by Helen Ivory | May 3, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Presence of Trees Until the dead, sucked from leaf mould graves are rising in forest sap, to make connections inside strange green brains nothing will be crossed in, nothing will be crossed out until the dead poke holes in the sky with their bones...
by Helen Ivory | May 2, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
what you mean to me wiping tears with drink coasters in soho revolving around how you’ll both leave and stay men in the window you kissing my jaw by the pints i didn’t drink by the ashtray asking when the arrogance of thinking that...
by Helen Ivory | May 1, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The pink and the brown So many times I walked head down half asleep along that ordinary road to school until the day I saw the cherry trees sick of standing around bored and invisible all at once dressed up sinewy brown limbs embellished with...
