by Helen Ivory | Mar 3, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Still Life Though I am not a painter this is to be a portrait of my parents and my sister. You don’t have a sister. This is my mother speaking, someone I did once have. I picture my sister in the middle, Dad shuffling along to make her some space....
by Helen Ivory | Mar 2, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
The small press publisher You too I guess have studied the surviving starlings as they swoop and whistle by the snack trailer at Moorfoot glinting for crumbs of flaky pastry like a glimpsed field of dandelions and everything turns holy – you...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 1, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Scavengers I loved the tales Luke told me of starving writers, and the sacrifices they made following their hearts. Philip K Dick eating dog food. Bukowski’s candy bars. A forgotten Fitzgerald writing How are you? postcards to himself in the...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 18, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Scavengers I loved the tales Luke told me of starving writers, and the sacrifices they made following their hearts. Philip K Dick eating dog food. Bukowski’s candy bars. A forgotten Fitzgerald’s writing How are you? postcards to himself in the...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 17, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
At the Barbers She has a way of tilting your head as if lining up a thought. Neither rough nor tender—decisive, like someone used to responsibility. She remembers names, gently enquires after sick wives, errant sons, daughters who never phone,...
