by Helen Ivory | Nov 4, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Giblet after Claudia Emerson’s on leaving my body to science Pack the forests away in this dyed night, I won’t need them anymore, hair of thin cigarette smoke, trunk of posed opium. I is a liminal state....
by Helen Ivory | Nov 3, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Liminal Hours A chase of messages illuminates my screen through the small hours. Did I just see you? I’m sure I glimpsed you dancing, that green dress, the way you tilt your head to admire the view. These banshee hauntings my poor abandoned...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 2, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Cure I knew what my poison was I drank to more than enough I drank like drinking would give answers to questions I haven’t asked yet I built a cage out of the pieces of my bad self binding steel plate to hollow bones fusing old scars to fresh...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 1, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Mute like attracts want – want ignites desire I wake up and my entire life has passed – I’m old and frail, limbs rigid, my breath appears in small puffs they’ve already chosen my gravestone, a chunk of fieldstone – small but quaint except it...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 20, 2021 | Featured
Family Tree Health Plan Blossomy buds circulate, fervid. Scarlet inertia steams past panacea from saps as unction. Closure was mental on a cliff’s slope. Twig held to lost hope. Defensive surgery of bark heeds smoky premonition. Forced...
