by Helen Ivory | Sep 28, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Last Winter on the Farm (Inspired by David Dodd Lee) Waxwings, I learned later they were called, the birds that wintered in the cedars. All day long they’d dart in and out of the huge tree that hung like a waterfall over our verandah in the...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 22, 2023 | Featured, Prose
Two Halves You won’t want to take the locket, but your twin sister Agnes will insist, pressing it into your hand as she stands on the doorstep of your cottage, unwilling to enter. You’re supposed to take turns looking after it, changing each...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 21, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
from After (John Ashbery, Worsening Situation) As one broken upon a wheel, or dropped from a great height upon jagged rocks, I have watched this murmuration, this perturbation, and have felt my limbs grow numb, however great my desire for flight. Will...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 20, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
they define ‘hiraeth’ as a kind of doomed longing – your childhood bedroom is someone else’s now and your hometown doesn’t exist – they see dandelions, a beloved film, their grandmother’s hands, safe old gummy...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 19, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
gratitude I if I had to tell you about my friend John he’s got a daughter, same age as mine he’s listening to GoGo Penguin in his favourite chair nothing else about his day is optimal but he’s leaning forward, head in prayer there’s a lot of...
