by Helen Ivory | Jul 4, 2024 | Featured, Prose
Domesticated Animals I pat its head until its face starts to flatten. Its body meets the floor, legs buckle under the weight of my enthusiasm, then groans out a kind of exhaling sound and attempts to inch itself away. ‘Don’t go,’ I tell it and...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 3, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Slow walk / in bits Where can we go on holidays this year,and when will we get a house if you’re away for two years,and now you’re crying,and it’s £4 to park for the day here,and it was dry when we started now we’re...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 2, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
How many handfuls of mush today? On a good day it’s 13, on a bad day it’s more like 79. Shall we build you out of cardboard? Shall we build you out of tin cans? Maybe tin cans would be more durable. Last time the cardboard got wet. You are no less...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 1, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Old Growth His wife heeds risk from a distance. For country dwellers the strains of a chainsaw are seldom an annoyance, unless too close at hand, they affirm a place amongst birdsong. To keep an engine thrumming, to perform the perfect cleft how...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 20, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Doctors in difficulty after Helen Mort A trainee in difficulty is one whose progress is causing concern or who is not meeting curricular requirements. This may be due to ill health, life events, difficulties with learning or through less than...
