by Helen Ivory | Apr 27, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Wheel 1. I watch another sci-film. Deep space travel is a thing. The wheelchairs still look like they were bought in 1982. 2. We are all the same. The greatest lie ever sold. It is funny how different being different can be. 3. It is estimated...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 26, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Tattooing Ourselves at School Do you remember the day we tattooed ourselves at school? We huddled within our homemade shelter, lidded desk unfolded before us. Our skin cut by my compass that never knew its purpose, had danced along every desk,...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 25, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Possession You have stolen my ears and filled my mouth with ash. My hands and feet are your servants running errands through shifting labyrinths, according to your whim. On every cell of my body your name is stamped. You have buried my feelings in...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 24, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Just Another Human-Interest Story So we were fucking, right? Or maybe we’d just finished draped about like Tristan and Isolde twisted sheets casual genitalia London’s Calling faintly from the jukebox outside the road sweeper’s staccato...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 23, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
How Much Sickness Are We Talking, Exactly? For Ben For we’ve already had more than our fair share, fevered and sweaty in our whirlwind love, and are you sick of me yet, darling? Anyway as I fall over, fall further into this, as a date is set, as...
