by Helen Ivory | Jun 2, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Interview with my sonographer How much water did you have to drink this morning? Did you sip your coffee without worrying about its diuretic properties? Was it sunny where you were? I took your advice about the elasticated waistband, the full...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 1, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Humanoid I was cutlery left out in the rain, rusty by morning, a side-slipping fiddlestick desperate for music, starved for company. You were a knockoff BOGOF version of a briny punk with a commitment phobia permanently out of your habitat and...