by Helen Ivory | Aug 30, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Wake up call you haul me from dream drifting snug in your tangled bed I hear your early-rise kitchen clatter I’m a lay-a-bed, day waster, sloth you remark dark dressed in the doorway I want our mornings to release day’s perfume not...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 29, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Arranged Hopes Hopes are arranged. I take my seat. The dishes shine and instead of the tried and tasted cuisines you serve something that denies the temptation of the form and shape. ‘Mother, what will we have tonight?’ ‘Hope’, you say. My...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 28, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
In this room we watched you rewind your mind and get lost on the return journey. Clothes unstitched their shape, and we dropped like buttons from an unravelled yarn of you. Soon, your whole room wandered away; in its clearing, we were dolls...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 27, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Sentimental poem During a near-break in the row we’ve been having since Tuesday, about the car and the wine and the kids, I put on some John Coltrane and the subject of jazz arises. She says she doesn’t like it noodly and I say what about Miles...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 26, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Central Insect Agency after Lawrence What brings you in so quiet ? why such bright banded citrine stripes ? when did you smell the strawberries ? Is it that you destabilize us for kicks ? You know that we know that you know, that your sting is...
