by Helen Ivory | Aug 16, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Lightbulb Moment only now is it apparent how dishonouring a body is a crime why did this not imprint light up in me before that when in films lynching desecration has a price gives...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 15, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
At Aber Falls he felt nothing water sheeted past grottoes snakes of tributary lazed along below Yr Wyddfa a steam train sauntered by sun-sharp tufts of grass and black tears of earth upward away and all the land beside the train slipped down...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 14, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
the colour of I notice her because she doesn’t have a dog in an afternoon of dog-walkers and she’s wearing a yellow coat it looks like a good coat, I know that much maybe the yellowest coat ever sewn she’s alone, stamping along the river bank...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 13, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
A Vision after Sujata Bhatt the goddess of the library extends in cloth-bound curves along a lettered shelf sometimes her skirts are leather trimmed with gold, hems starred with colophons in other corners, she’s Make Do and Mend, relics held...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 12, 2025 | Uncategorized
Moth My first of the season, its legs, tiny head and wings in permanent suspension above an exposition of the Enlightenment. I wasn’t really thinking, I just snapped shut at the right moment and now have it forever skipping for sheer joy. ...
