by Helen Ivory | Aug 6, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Tip In the evening light at the freezing tip we lug bin bags from the blanket of the car in masked anonymity through tired hi-viz employees, mumbling advice to pallid human figures, barely there, excising months of lockdown trash. I find a working...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 5, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
blackhouse when I squat down by a stone wall the moment enters windless broken arms around me naked to the sky filled with a hearth of tree a machair rug when I lose all sense of others as far as the sea and then some slip down a funnel become...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 4, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Floundering March 1897, a rough winter turns rougher. A mast-gnashing southwesterly disrupts the balance between sea and air. The horizon swirls, then vanishes. Gale-force surges churn up 30ft waves, haul chaos in their wake. Surf froths like the...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 3, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Wild Rufus after Elmore James ‘The Sky is Crying’ Wild Rufus played sax in the Duke of York jamming with Deano in the old tap room. Mostly twelve bars: Muddy Waters, Son House, Elmore James – I believe I’ll dust my broom. I snuck in late with my...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 2, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Bone & Breathless skin is missing liberation & violation usually ends de same way with your DNA lying on someone’s grass in 2005 de soil asked de sky if it could collect me de sky shunted its back peach & swollen de soil made room for...
