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...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 19, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
The Balance Now is not the time for Grandiloquence. Now is not the time To gorge on suppositions, Weigh alleged propositions Or become trapped in the miasma Of the imaginary. No. Now is the time To ascertain How much time alone is too much And how...
