by Helen Ivory | Sep 15, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Grooming My brain was full of hair that you wanted to brush, style like a dolly. Good dolly. You worked your way up to stroking it, as if I were fleshy, jellyfish tendrils, that I might sting you if I wasn’t ready. You gathered the threads of my...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 14, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
I’m pulling my hair out again and I worry that this is how the children will remember me. As balls of tangled fluff, that roll lazily under the sofa, to snag later in the hoover. Will they curse me every time they have to empty the bag? Take it...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 13, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Gone The tap is not dripping. I check the windows and leave. The doors are all locked. I sit on the bus and wait for a thought. Nothing comes. The tap is not dripping. I look out at the muddy fields and write a note to myself. The doors are all...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 12, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Start With The Thing That Can Fly Away It was a goldfinch balancing on a teezle, she’d planted it for this very reason, and to see a tall hat of snow. The custard yellow flashes, the head dipped in red, the white apostrophes on black wings. But...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 11, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Alley Cat The dark never knew such corridors, The evening gallant upon its fur. Jason Visconti has attended both group and private poetry workshops. His work has appeared in various journals, including Literary Yard, Indigo Rising,...
