by Helen Ivory | Jul 16, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Tearing i.m. Rose Strowman what a thrill for a kid running up the staircase he’s climbed a thousand times before and seeing the wardrobe for the first time not as a boring white object but as a newfound treasure trove because this...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 15, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Our Bedroom There in the bed, like dirt or blood, someone else lay, not sure who. They smelt like apricot and drove us wild. We all twisted in the duvet and rolled up tight like a burrito. Sweating and swearing, knotted up all angry-like, dirty white...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 14, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Alternates after Pessoa Do you remember that film where there are multiple suns, or was it moons, or both; and that other film where the guy can’t escape this one day, waking up to the same song, same radio news, I would have been like ‘oh,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 13, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Proofreading the Motorbike Manual I’m struggling to understand the meaning of float pivot pin, centrifugal filter, whether values or valves fits the context, when there’s the familiar sound of your impromptu knock and running to open the door...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 12, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Light at the edge of the world It takes both of us to pull the door open before I follow her up to the light room, climbing what appears to be a thousand spiral steps. At the top, leaning on a bent rail worn by old hands, I am breathing hard, like...
