by Helen Ivory | Oct 2, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Hello, I’ve crafted myself a god from the kind of modelling clay you fire in your kitchen oven. I can lift my god with my hands, carry god around. Look, my god has fourteen heads, each one mounted on its own elegant neck — fourteen necks rising...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 1, 2022 | Featured, Poetry, Translation
I saw I saw American night in broad daylight I saw houses worth millions of dollars and houses without windows on the outskirts Detroit I saw my ancestors’ American dream several Mexicans cleaning in a hotel where I danced YMCA at a wedding...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 20, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
In the Line Up It’s beginning to rain. Just drizzle now but who knows what that portends. And there’s no shelter. But at least we’re moving, slowly to be sure, but forward. “What’s this line for?” I ask the guy...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 19, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
A Present for Cat If I could send you the perfect present it would be a box with the words DELICIOUS VICTORIA SPONGE CAKE on the front and when you open that box it would reveal another box with the words FEROCIOUS SCORPION!!! written across it...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 18, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Everyone Welcome I sit at the back of class, behind rows of people in padmasana. Legs crossed on their mats. I stay in my chair. I’m not everyone. I haven’t taught anyone in a chair before, says the teacher. I assume you know what you’re doing....
