by Helen Ivory | Jun 5, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Her Future Husband Appears to Her in the Shape of a Hawk after Victoria Brookland She never knows by which door he enters, but suddenly he is inside her. Her red underdress of hoops and holes stands stiff as a lightning pole. In her ribs, the...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 4, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
No Easy Answer Raymond Chandler’s having a drink in his LA apartment. Light borrowed from an Edward Hopper painting; near-harsh reading lamp beacons on his desk where a trilby makes a salute to half-eaten shadows. Sitting on a stiff-backed chair...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 3, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Prose
Charity shop crawl I start in Scope, find my first Kiss T-shirt from the Lick it Up tour, the old black now charcoal grey, a seven inch tongue lost to too much Persil. In Shelter, I find my leather jacket, purchased from an alternative clothing...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 2, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Butterfly Cage when I was pregnant, all of my dreams were about snakes. as much as I tried to dream only about baby kittens, baby puppies human babies, my nights would be filled with twisting pythons gathered in knots inside me, their slick skin...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 1, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Almost missing I am those words words in shops and passing words that are almost not language a flex of the muscle of the palate a ruler on the tongue I miss sullen vowels sudden consonants words I hung...
