by Helen Ivory | Jan 6, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Weeds Needs must and so they do. Without hesitation or regret. Maslow at least got that right. Love is not a need per se. The need for love (real or imagined) is the need. Like hunger or thirst. Flowers are beautiful. Most flowers. Weeds...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 5, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
paradise farm don’t piss on my leg and tell me it’s raining the for sale by auction sign says paradise farm but i know this is the yard of the house i grew up in i’m an adult tourist in my fen-poor childhood where the past crunches beneath me like...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 4, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Every time the doctor sighs looks me in the face, a faint smile playing around his lips eyes sketching scars into my cheeks as if I am nothing more than a shrunken pea another idiotic woman a googler a giver-upper a hypochondriac who loves the...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 3, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Placenta in the beginning spiral arteries unwound a river thundered to the site where the capsule was buried, flesh into flesh, bathing the villi in blood: our first exchange within days a structure sprang up along the outermost wall, a trading...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 2, 2022 | Reviews
Living in such a digital age, it is increasingly rare to not at least know something about a writer even before we read their work. I wanted to try to approach this collection by Jane Burn as if I was in a vacuum, unaware of what I know of her from social media...
