by Helen Ivory | Mar 2, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Poem as Parasite A dark image, close as if the reader’s own, lets the poem bite. It feeds in the night begins to swell until it sees a future for itself, growing through a sonnet sequence, growing long and filling out, growing to a neo-epic fit to...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 1, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Communion the body breaks: feed it to itself at least once in seven days. wine is optional; water slakes the skin’s dull cry, pours clear cool across eyelids & down throats. sing to the tiles, sing to the ones who hurt you. comb your hair...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 28, 2019 | Reviews
Before I embarked upon writing this review, I had only read the words on the page. However, recently I had the very great privilege of hearing some of the work read by Roy himself at an event in Mid Wales. When I say read, what I really mean is delivered...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 27, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Afternoon on the A658 The sun’s not to be seen but it’s diffusing everywhere, the whole sky lamp lit, the storm clouds glowing grey like rainbows waiting to happen. Stravinsky’s stabbing from the stereo, and, right on cue, a corps de ballet of...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 26, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Cockroach I began when the cockroach fell the cockroach was on the ceiling the ceiling was in a hospital the hospital was in a city and the cockroach on the ceiling fell underneath the ceiling and the cockroach were my mother and her belly and...
