by Helen Ivory | May 3, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
My Mother Welcomes me to the Care Home Come and live, we’ll find you a house, you’ll have an old time and be loved. You can just sit there, don’t lick a finger, there’s ups and there’s dugs but we’ve got to go...
by Helen Ivory | May 2, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Disabled Person’s Travel Card Council, council, let me on the bus That you let me on last week. Oh no Ms Watt, you can’t go on the bus For we don’t know where you live. So off I went to get proof of address And I thought I’d sorted out the mess...
by Helen Ivory | May 1, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Testing times My bones scold-heavy, heartsick I drag my eyes anywhere – to the funeral wax of lilies, to the boastful damselflies confident in their beauty. I refuse to look at, to acknowledge, that Chair, waiting to test. Solid. I...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 20, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Lost is the Story Everyone loses their time at the same rapid speed—it’s like flying shrapnel, or a quickly strobing light. We’re all moving into another life, another dying. The oceans feel it too— and every tree churns quietly in its center with...
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...
