by Helen Ivory | Feb 15, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Broken English When I was younger, for a long time I assumed that being an immigrant, I could not fully understand or Enjoy English verse, wrote Elif Shafak, novelist, last Saturday In The Guardian. There would always be Something I would miss...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 14, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Sainsburys, Chertsey. 3:30. Friday Our heads close, we walk the length of a hundred recounted steps, our time ghosts frequenting a town we have come to pace and slumber, maybe dance in. I watch the back of your head and the way the wind cradles...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 13, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Carboot Every scratch from every needle is hidden inside these sleeves – the scars off inadvertent drops from when a certain personal hit was needed – carried around in square bags worn as badges accumulated on Saturdays browsing Eastern Bloc,...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 12, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The day job gave me a recurring dream on a frozen lake circles of ice were cut using giant hacksaw blades. Telling them I couldn’t swim as they smeared oil onto my shaking body was ignored. See them struggling placing me under the water chanting...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 11, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Boy and Stick In the old black-and-white photo he’s still up that tree in the park, a shape among branches, a kind of negative space, detectable only by mathematics and his pull on other objects. In shorts. Moustache of milk. Scabbed knees. Coins...
