by Helen Ivory | Jan 29, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Exhalations after Liz Berry Hot, the rhythm of our exhalations is a pigeon flock disturbed. Without reference, my dialect is unplaced so swap me your snicket for a cut and I’ll lend you my bones like brittle spires, help you find a...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 23, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Happy Some days he’s happy. On Thursdays, he’s happy. When I leave home on work days, wheel my bike from the shed, wave to him one last goodbye, he’s looking almost jaunty, wearing his favourite striped tie. On these days, he’s up early, sings on...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 18, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Three Years The night seems friendly, almost kind. Is it because you’re here, I wonder, standing on the edge of things, your pretty toes firmly present? You do not speak. But I do. I confess my love over and over. Everything I do confesses...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 12, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Thin Woman There has always been another woman inside me, a small one who wears this flesh of mine like a coat, hiding her pure self in the folds of my flesh, the plenitude of thighs, ripeness of belly. Now her murmurs grow louder. The house is...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 11, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Des bons mots All things considered takes ages. If you could have it all would you leave it where it is? The path of righteousness leads to the corridor of uncertainty. Absence makes the heart look elsewhere. A problem shared is a problem still. Do things by...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 8, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Electricity and void We are mostly electricity and void and, mostly, it suits me to believe matter illusion, time a mystery. But on this warm-cold night in early spring you lay your material, electrical void next to mine, and nothing is important...
