by Helen Ivory | Aug 3, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Skunk Cabbage A long way from the quags of Nova Scotia, stowaway beneath the cherry laurel thicket, more triffid than cabbage, your skunk mustard and garlic to some, rotting meat to beetles. I’ve stumbled across your invasion, trespassers to the...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 2, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Falling in love with a moment I fall in love with the way the sea lays salted glass, garlic cooks in its own skin. I fall in love with the way new badges sit on my hat and cardigan wars. I fall in love with sheltering from rain in pottery shop...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 1, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
see the light 1 in the beginning, there was light. and light said: let there be god. and god meant: everything touched by light. 2 and light so loved, light bled. bled so much, god bathed. bathed so much, light spilled. spilled so much, so much...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 21, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
His Nose is so Visible Against the Midnight Blue The moon is a Punch in the sky. A boy is carrying a bruise. And nobody is talking to either of them about ordinary things. She says she cannot trace the shape of the puppet you are seeing in...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 20, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Cunning These things I know, and in knowing, can do; I am able, and my ability like my anatomy is deceitful. Canniness is seeing illusion not sin in the tip of the tongue the curve of the eye; the bodies like mine whipped for their wits. It is...
