by Helen Ivory | Aug 4, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Clambake I had not heard of it the night its title was spelt out in tiles on the oujia board. The question lingered on the air like smoke from a blown-out candle, Is there anyone there? My thighs clenched, dreading a reply. A pause then before...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 3, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Postcard he squealed around bends drinking until he sideswiped the Castle Douglas sign his golf umbrella was a shield between gift shops and departure but it hooked at strange faces and hurt his arthritic hand he almost bought a travel-rug and...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 2, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Unsaid We sit in the glare of the morning sun A mug of tea in our respective hands I perch at your side all pyjamas and messy hair I am 5 years old again but you are the one propped against pillows From the bed we can see the woods we walked and I...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 1, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
All Day Breakfast Your bad hours fizz in a squirming glass, and as cheery as they had previously seemed you require the waitress to please change these flowers, they’re fake; this head, please … this universe … Hope the bellowing...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 21, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Yearnings StJohns won’t let the crowlight in, only sparrowbeams and antdark. StJohns is over-alive with noise – day and night, it never stops. Owlish stuffs her ears with balled-up toilet paper, buries her head under the sofa cushions. Dadward’s...
