by Helen Ivory | Nov 3, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Conversations My father and I skim the surface of conversations something like those swallows do down at the lake instantaneous precision of withheld effort brief furrows of beak and wing on water’s brows. But sometimes we forget ourselves the pub...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 2, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Beyond The Territory of Water (In Response to The Territory of Water by Clare Crossman) On Neptune Street you may dream of the tide, its drag and lure but your feet walk on solid pavement. The bag weighted on your shoulder, in cahoots with...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 1, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Circulation Crouched above the stream he dug, known by his kid-along brother as the dry gulch, its circulation pump rarely switched on, I’m not just weeding but digging wormy compost into the banks, pruning the hebe and dredging winter’s detritus,...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 23, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Fish and Chips When I went round the next day with a bottle of wine, his wife said he was bruised down both sides from squeezing through our upstairs bathroom window. He’d been on his way to get more fish from the freezer at the end of their...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 22, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Poison Takes the Place of Food There’s no one in the flat when I come home from school, my dinner in the fridge – poison on a flowered plate, covered with tin foil, surrounded by full shelves of poison. I warm mine up, dust with salt but it...
