by Helen Ivory | Sep 18, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
My Little LeBron For my nephew Sunlight saunters in long, thin wires through the fallow field of my bedroom. You approach, a migrating heron in a runny yolk collar and suntanned shorts, a white-light emissary of hope. Your nimble night eyes bore...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 17, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Dinosaur Footprints Tennyson Monument (The Needles), Isle of Wight I’m waiting for news I don’t want to talk about and scrolling through old photos to escape. After some swipes, I see you walking away. From my perspective, the path looks up – wide...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 16, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Waking Up The night before we left we smoked opium for the first time and didn’t sleep. In Brindisi we lay down in a corridor and slept before the ferry took us to an island where there was a warehouse for the mad. (Now I know the mad are awake...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 15, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
What was Lost Something black is humped far ahead on the path. Perhaps some small creature fallen from where it should be. I am unsure whether I saw it move. Once I found a fledgling crow on the pavement, lifted it to a low branch on the tree...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 14, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Awaiting Update We cannot update you yet, other than to say we are caught in a doldrums between stations and that your father can wait as he has been waiting these past two years, somewhere in the heat-bitten brickscapes of London, the memory of...
