by Helen Ivory | Feb 22, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Well Chilled Yesterday I spent the afternoon with Vladimir Putin. He was in a good mood and kept giving me more beer; he personally attended the barbecue, serving up chicken wings and he laughed and joked with everyone, including me. You could...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 21, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Cure I asked the doctor what was wrong with me. He held his stethoscope to my amygdala. Thought there was something blocked. Try writing, he said. I have, I told him. Had to put a bung in my pen. Stuff kept dribbling out. Can’t you check my...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 20, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Fairies There is little to be told about them really: they took my teeth, left modest coins and a note sometimes on paper blue, detailing private lives among frogs and wrens, schemes for the bloody stumps, the writing crazed as a butterfly’s...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 19, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
(Untitled) Oscar had faith in me; I sang without breaks, effortlessly reached the highs and lows, was the voice on the love songs he wrote for his wife. When he fell in love with me, he bought me a bamboo flute, highly polished, an object of...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 18, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Death Rattle Back in the day, everyone loved a good hanging – curiosity gathered in the town square, red-nosed, waiting for the theatre of mortality to end. Today I attract the equivalent crowd – have to untangle my vocal cords from intrusive...
