by Helen Ivory | Sep 3, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
The Fallen Angel This is just a woman, sticking her life back together after years spent recovering. But the sky blackens, everything grows dark and minor. Unasked for, he appears again. What instruments does the demon use? Metal spoons on...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 2, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Hive What you are – bodied light, a store of oil a hive of warm blood chemicals flooding a brain, calculating a furnace filament of awareness in a palpating dark a treeless dark a stone-edged dark coal river dark. Flesh and its impermanence....
by Helen Ivory | Aug 21, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Meaningless sex Twenty- something sex are bodies. thrown down like sophomore prose. Unedited nonsense that almost meant little. Look at our quarry of pointless stars. Davy-lamps in solar system of death Noone writes about God when she rested. I...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 20, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Lapse Graffiti artists, known as writers, are often misunderstood by society. Eden Magazine The footbridge was skinned in graffiti – slogans, threats, declarations of love, swastikas. Grek. Kost. Lapse. I’d assumed lapse was a tag, a nom de plume or...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 19, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Chavittu Nadakam Canvas boots, pig-iron tacks. At midnight, the wooden platform groans like a hull. The raw earth shakes below the planks, cardboard stage-sets buckling under the stride. The Emperor wears a crown of tinsel, his beard fixed with...
