by Helen Ivory | Dec 10, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Field Trip Abercregan 1991 Even the river is dark . . . sun only gains entry through trees makes copper faces that turn as I wade. My net brushes tendrils from transparent cheekbones water framing each elegant pose: I want to put these girls on...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 9, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
This Oh So Bearable Lightness If you should lose this oh so bearable lightness be warned, I shall overturn your day, tear it apart, ensure it ends in the dark. I’ll mould your skin in sodium yellow, load you with enzymes till your gut swells...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 8, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
monstering our splintered selves always on the cusp of something terrible waiting for us to enter waiting to enter us inside/outside/inside did you feed them? suddenly we are washed meat and the dress is clean Jane Ayres...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 7, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
The Youth Pastor We are in the church, the space where we swayed, arms high, singing and crying and feeling the power of the spirit pulse through us and around us. He has been circling for weeks, his eyes resting on her when he preaches chastity...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 6, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
James Nixon teaches at Arden University and is completing doctoral research into the legacy of Arthur Rimbaud and hauntological poetics at Goldsmiths, University of London. He is a former Royal Holloway Emerging Writer Fellow, a...
