by Helen Ivory | Nov 15, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Summer Job Heads under bonnets mechanics catch a wiff of a girl passing half-hearted whistles follow my skeleton into Accounts my Friday wages will buy Mum and Dad a market stall tea set with piped dragons all venom, hissing icicles of flame...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 14, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
extract from The Keen Is ar scath a Chéile a mhaireann na daoine: It is in the shadow of each other we live. Watching with the dying. Travelling with the dead. Phyllida Anam-Áire; The Celtic Book of Dying, Findhorn Press, Vermont, 2022 Àite...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 14, 2024 | Featured, Flash Fiction
The Hardee’s Coffee Club I’d seen them all humped over at a table slurping coffee in a mostly empty Hardee’s at 6:30 a.m. in my hometown when I ran in and ordered a bacon and egg biscuit with hash browns and a diet coke because the drive-thru had...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 13, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
When The Threat of Hell Failed God created the lanyard, made his errant offspring under-managers, then sat in reception with his badge printer twanging his blanks. Man became the shine of the plastic, the snick-snack of the badly made clip, the...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 12, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
The Minotaur Oh me! This whiteness of my skin and hair in the sick light which seeps into my prison This tufted tail my distal siblings mocked before I was pulled from my mother’s pumping breast (my mother, who loved me) Her shrieks resound down...
