by Helen Ivory | Sep 8, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The purpose I’m six days late and this is known as a delinquent period. We’re amused by this if nothing else. The first thing you do after I say pregnancy out loud is sit on the loo and search sensory deprivation tank London. I see you typing as I...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 7, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Ladybird, Ladybird After Paula Rego’s Nursery Rhymes You seem very far from home and who would after all choose a grit pocked pavement to languish on when they could be eating aphids in my overgrown garden? Mother Mary isn’t coming my way it seems...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 6, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Her Funeral Clouds spit on the coffin, wring oily rags, splash a woman, her violin cased in sunken purple. I wade with the others through the mud clench, she’s beyond now, until the weight of her. My eyes hide behind dark. Damp pallbearers lower...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 5, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Sonnet And did she break your heart? A woman asks, perhaps imagining A fallen chalice scattering Fragments about the tiles, only discovered Days later in corners underfoot. But there was no suddenness More a growing sense of doom A shrivelling of...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 4, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Bringing Pilates to Attention Four years in Knockaloe was a living inspiration for inventor Joseph Pilates. His self-contained exercise in mental- physical health spawned a method which he called Contrology — corrective drills grown within the...
