by Helen Ivory | Nov 3, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
In the Dales after John Ashbery it’s a special kind of empty the footed earth, saluting the sky so much to see I took a photograph of you posed in the window seat punchy red slippers blurring rock and field the same window in five years?...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 2, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Spotted in a 7-Eleven in North Hollywood It beckons from between plasters and hand cream, the box bright-white, the lettering green. The first time I needed one, I visited a chemist in London, murmuring to a middle-aged man across the counter as...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 1, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Return Travel West. Submerge yourself in the M4’s homeward drift. Remember how its nightly glow bewitched the kid at your bedroom window? It looked like fire, didn’t it? Exit at junction 34. Drop into street view Follow the lane down past prickly...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 21, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Art Exhibit I hear the roar of the ocean. I hear a series of shrieks and long screams. An eventual lull comes. My ears are an abstraction. I don’t know what to tell you. Last night a spider made its way inside my ear. It crawled out with fragments...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 20, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Roman curses Nobody knows what Cicero’s gardener whistled to his figs and olives, what the consul’s young wife hummed to herself while slaves combed beeswax and perfumed oils from Carthage into her hair. Did bawdy odes to Octavia’s backside (Ah,...
