by Helen Ivory | Feb 7, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The Machinist (Put Something of Yourself into Your Work) The hum and buzz of faster machines buoy her. Decides brightness should be her default. She unwraps a blood-red cuff from her wrist, smoothes it onto the metal bed of her Jones Imperial....
by Helen Ivory | Feb 6, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Rocks without names I watch the silence out there through the hurly gush of Atlantic and tide swashing at everything I mean, if I could find words. I keep hearing it say nothing to me. The moon shining on white flecks of rock in the cliff face...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 5, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Prose
Neutropenic
I enter through the airlock, wearing a blue paper gown, hands still damp. There’s a low window which gapes incredulously at concrete slabs with weeds oozing between them, a bare tree, an after-thought of grass. Beside the window, an...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 4, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
* The syringe should never vacate The arm it pierces Growing into white blossom, tied around A finger, it displays its own idleness A presentiment Pulling up a fruity plasma Of the unhomely John Vickers has published over 60 poems in...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 3, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Bed Blocker ~ 8/7 An early morning call summons me north to your death-bed. Delayed by London’s chaos after yesterday’s bombs I arrive too late. Mary has kept vigil through the night, soothed and reassured you, arranged for Mum, also in-patient,...
