by Helen Ivory | Jul 16, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
After the Storm With the completion of mindset my life is in order, two weeks after the day before. Anyone can aspire to cultural intelligence, feast on the corpse of public discourse but I’ve got the music to go with it. Despite feverish...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 15, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Venn diagram featuring working-class wages and lemons Those times my tongue becomes a lemon filling my mouth with bitter pith stoppering sound so it coagulates in my throat, becomes a stuck fruit; I must breathe through my nose in short, calm...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 14, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Wah-Wah Pedal Poem I hide a knife amongst a bush longing to burn, days like these are plots from a heathen’s bible. Broken glass, making noise on the skeleton-throne night becomes heartless stone, guilty as mathematics bleeding poetry from...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 13, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
My Previous Life as a Swallow My second cousin twice removed arrived in May at her old nest in the eaves of the ruined barn. I see her and her partner flying in and out on the crest of breezes we used to surf together, joining dusk aerobatics at...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 12, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Brigid’s Land Grab A white cloak that folds like a shopping bag, like a Pac-a-mac with pagan overtones, much larger when unfolded than a pocket, a TARDIS of a cloak. And when she threw it, opened it up, it kept unfurling, a flag for all the earth...
