by Helen Ivory | Apr 19, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Mrs Hitchcock Takes a Bath I’m not so sure about showers — if you must know it’s the sound how it rushes, pounding, drowning everything and, dear, sometimes — I know it’s probably only the pipes — but sometimes it screams so I’ll just take a bath...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 18, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Mrs Yeats’ Love Letters from the Other Side Mrs Yeats slackens carefully in her comfortable front room. Perhaps her slow arm drags a lace antimacassar from a sofa back. Perhaps her lips part in an O. Mrs Yeats unfolds and sags. Where is Mr Yeats?...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 17, 2023 | Featured, Prose
Knee Deep At night, the headlights of cars are like vacant eyes. I stand in the living room, knee deep in life, and listen to the dogs in the neighborhood. I keep the photo of him in my kitchen drawer, on top of the pot holders. He says, ”I have...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 16, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Surveillance She heard it again last night, a rattle wrapped in the rain, pebble-dashing the window. A scrabble outside her door, calling her name. Eyes peer through the letter box. Somebody moves her clothes, tears her magazines. She keeps watch at her...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 15, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Forgiveness clay-sifting one wellyboot year to make him the pizza oven, I was forgiven, wading through the midges encrusted with sun- light sifting leaves & I seven or eight scoured the bank in slow flow fingers freeze beachspade hefted...
