by Helen Ivory | Sep 2, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Building a fire My mother is kneeling by the hearth tearing strips from the West Briton rolling them round her fingers. I see the Penroses had their Silver Wedding. She lays the twisted paper criss-cross in the grate, newspaper ink smudges her...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 1, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Childhatcheries Even I keep secrets shhh I’m in love with fingers caressing my insides feeling coils fiddling with my fan I live by touch by brink a contract between love grief & up to elbows nurses in soapy rubber gloves...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 21, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
To Frank, on going to High School Be bold and push open doors. Embrace the subjects that thrill you. Maths. Drama. Art. Endure those you hate and do them well. History. Literacy. Dance. Life is about balance. Find your tribe. The weird ones. The...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 20, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Life Skills Module 3 1.1. Often misunderstood: Stem cell research Children Trigonometry Joy Choose two. Compare and contrast. 1.2. In autumn, trees weep their leaves, ready to bud again in spring. Does this make you sad, or happy? 1.3. Your...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 19, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Dead-spit My father kept what little he had of my mother in a drawer. It branded his next wife as second. She tipped the contents onto a fire she’d lit in the garden – photos with deckled edges, wedding pictures in card sleeves, snaps of my...
