by Helen Ivory | Jun 19, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
an IKEA flat pack shelving unit I am following you up the aisle along the checkout beside you as you drive it’s in the back bubble wrapped I’m tearing the box popping bags of nuts and bolts but really i am admiring the...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 15, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Flat Pack He lays the pieces out on the rug in Euclidian point order. She spreads the instructions flat among toast crumbs. Stray curls of butter slick the paper down. He fixes A to B to C to D, fourteen-and-three-quarter Allen key revolutions each one...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 14, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Cemetery Death lives on a hillside with a dirty virgin an angel with her face smashed in a baby who is “safe with Jesus” an anchor wrapped in a chain as if Hope would escape if it wasn’t bolted down overhead the woods where you can get lost the...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 1, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Travelling Light A balloon scuds through the train an ‘L’ it is or is it a ‘7’? Evasive though its wake is empty of pursuit and the door gives way courteously. In the second carriage a class of children who gorge hard on toffee, their waddle the...
by Helen Ivory | May 29, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Hippocampus At Corryvreckan, there’s an arm that reaches from a dark sea pit towards the strait’s surface. There it catches tides and throws them back, forcing surf that swallows itself in perpetual circles, spewing waves that break where they...
by Helen Ivory | May 28, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Cerebellum (a secular prayer to the vacuum) Teach me to draw, to poach eggs, to bring a streak-free shine to every mirror in the house. Teach me to swim, bare, beneath the rush-hour bridge, to dive down to the cloying river bed where all the...
