by Helen Ivory | May 2, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
what you mean to me wiping tears with drink coasters in soho revolving around how you’ll both leave and stay men in the window you kissing my jaw by the pints i didn’t drink by the ashtray asking when the arrogance of thinking that...
by Helen Ivory | May 1, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The pink and the brown So many times I walked head down half asleep along that ordinary road to school until the day I saw the cherry trees sick of standing around bored and invisible all at once dressed up sinewy brown limbs embellished with...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 20, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Lent As if it wasn’t enough cycling three miles to eight o’clock mass on cold white mornings I stayed in the chapel after the final blessing too early for class in the Colaiste I filled in time around the shadowy stations of the cross the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 19, 2025 | Featured, Prose
Collateral Damage The darkening sky skids past at sixty miles an hour. My eyes are keeping a vigil over the dead fringes of tarmac either side of the road as I drive, flicking from the cars in front of me to the next unidentified something lying...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 18, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Charm Enough of scorch, scald, sore- and rawness. Sometimes flesh longs for eclipse. Mesh over mesh, compact me with cool plaster. Swaddling clothes. Dry crust. Sarcophagus. A scratch, a bramble rip… a mere sly snick from a page of your...
