by Helen Ivory | Apr 13, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
my brilliant boyfriend told me you’re not very intelligent, you only got good grades because you’re a conformist that’s the text we had to learn, boys are vowels girls are consonants, boundaries, sheepdogs, only there to hold the vowels together,...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 12, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Mrs. Panterluck says she doesn’t know why she keeps dis- appearing. One minute she’s in a mall walking over to a perfume kiosk and the next she’s gone. It’s like she misplaces her skin. Wherever she is, she retains a brain, though Mr....
by Helen Ivory | Apr 11, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Graphic Designs He arrives in a pixellated taxi so low-res he could be any of the men who’d tried to resize her round the axis of their doubts. Her fractal word within a word within a word, too small for her own resolution, plinks into the glass...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 10, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Queertopia (Working Title) i dreamt it once but i dream a lot of things not all of them printable but this was some kind of culty shit well no the good bits of a cult if you can say cults have redeeming features i...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 9, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Good Neighbour Irecê, Brazil An entrepreneur, he ran a butcher’s stall in the market. So you could see the meat he’d waft the flies away with his hand. We rented a house from him; he showed us the covered tank in the yard – that’s where the...
