by Helen Ivory | Oct 6, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
To the Ravenmaster at the Tower of London Release your black charges from their cages – Gripp, Harris, Rocky, Merlin, Erin, Jubilee – six to save the country, as Charles II decreed: with a spare, Poppy, born and bred for Brexit. Glue back their...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 5, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
A True Version honest to god i can’t bear to look at myself in the mirror i stalk her she’s my new poem in her fitted coat and high heels on the number 10 bus put bars on the lines last night i told him Megan’s seeing a...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 4, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
The News from Italy I turn the corner of a Tuscan hill and face the curiosity of sunflowers where have you? when did you? why are you? lost it / lose it / losing it the essence of yellow is demanding answers but only the sun replies to force a...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 3, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Truth The defendant’s elderly mother tells you she can’t hear very well. You listen to the graphic descriptions of the child images her son viewed on his computer like a punch in the stomach. You have children, you are a mother. His mother’s...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 2, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
The memory of trees I wrote a letter to you signed dated folded and put it in the cleft of the branches of a tree I made sure to touch a leaf pinch it gently so the tree would retain this epigenetic marker in this way it carries us into its...
