by Helen Ivory | Sep 3, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Changeling Away over the hills the girl’s father is shapeshifting – grown grey and yellow, wheezing against the pillow’s soft sink, feet that have polkaed and gavotted, tangoed and waltzed vaulting him now, into the submission of the couch....
by Helen Ivory | Sep 2, 2022 | Featured, Prose
The Mirror Eimear’s half-brother, Julian, died and left her a terraced house. I offered to help Eimear clear the rooms and to do runs to the charity shop with anything worth passing on. We discovered that he had amassed about a hundred...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 1, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
the agony of the everyday that blue light these damp pavements will shine and move other people when you’re no longer a memory p.a. morbid runs The Black Light Engine Room Press. Middlesbrough Historian & Outsider Artist. Married...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 21, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Moongirl menstruates moongirl, plump and gibbous as a bee shiny pollen bleeding silver down her starwhite moongirl, shimmering gymnast each luminous clot a tumbling planet moongirl, astride basks in the glory of her deep silver moongirl, whispers...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 20, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
body where does all the dirt come from? I’m scared my dentist will say something is wrong I’m into skincare now over the hump of acne years everyone tells me to drink more water even the girls who have never had a spot swear by it my foot is...
