by Helen Ivory | Jun 19, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
A November anniversary In a corner chapel of the abbey I lit a small candle, and sent the flame as a message only half composed to somewhere I hardly believed in. Room is restricted on the ferry: six cars, a few pedestrians and dogs, all of us...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 18, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Sabbatical there’s not much you can do when the planets are telling you to stop and gravity, who only wants the best from us, says get down to the ground, that you are wanted, and so you obey, become as asphalt or fertiliser. you press...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 17, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Hamlet in the Scanner Can’t hear yourself think only the bass line of a heart thumping. Your head’s clamped. You can’t move. A panic button slicks a palm, a soft wet plum. You could be bounded in a nutshell and count yourself a king of infinite...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 16, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
The Insanity Ensemble It is not like an egg cracking or an exquisite shiver of shattered glass. It is not a supercelery bone snap or a wired ballerina bend. A cortisol swoosh floods your certainty a prefrontal cortex throb threatens thunder. A...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 15, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
High-Visibility The precondition for being a ghost is not only death but faith in an afterlife. Kit Fan. When I lost loved ones last year I thought my childhood fears would return. Sleeping in mum’s house waiting for the seen and felt, the...
