by Helen Ivory | Jan 15, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
The Small Stuff I worry about you, girl, so don’t worry about yourself. Don’t settle for the first man who says he loves you, there’ll be others. Any dress you wear will be wonderful, that body you have will not always look like...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 14, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Love Poem #34 I want to be in snow so cold with you I start to cry I want to be in rain so hard with you that I feel naked because all my clothes are stuck to the skin I want to spend a day swimming with you on a beach so hot that the skin on...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 13, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
In My Twenties I Told a Story about putting you, my own father, in hospital after you went for me. You never did. I never did but that ‘never’ was why you paid for my Judo lessons. and I soiled us both by lying. My brother demolishes your home...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 12, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Eliza Remembers Lordshill After Noon Snailbeach Eliza barefoot by the Chapel gate, and out of bounds and late. Her hand is on the warm iron finial. Ears full of the roar of bees on thistles. Belly empty. On the white lane a dog is jogging home. Two...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 11, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Cages, urban, iron Deprived of the sky And the ground, Suspended in air A woman sits, in a Tiny balcony that doubles as a flower-bed In a high-rise, tenth floor, in the Vertical Mumbai, Reading a morninger In late afternoon, Legs stretched out,...
