by Helen Ivory | Mar 7, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
By the Horns At breakfast my man sticks a purple magnolia bud in my soft boiled egg. The flower opens, distilling to lilac. On my autumn birthday he wrings the necks of seven swallow-wings to gift me the witch’s butter wobbling like an orange nebula...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 6, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The Lost Light Sometimes I’m surprised there’s light in dark places, those corridors, those alleys where you wouldn’t stray if you didn’t need or here in this prefab house I walk past once a week with the dog—left lost at the end of a lane to go...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 5, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Leadbelt Trends of lead, silver, copper, and zinc vein the middle of Missouri. Precious or base, the DNR holds dominion. For centuries, Missouri lead fed the muzzles of European wars, then American, then world. Across the river, in Alton, where a...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 4, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Kiss me quick Often, we sad creatures for peace of mind, pleasure, possibly, perhaps, travel at speed through swathes of green lawns, tall trees, meadows leafy stuff, to reach something, cold wet and bitter, saline sided by yellow sand, pebbles,...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 3, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Observer Effect V Ephemeral should be the default – Evan Spiegel I said, “This is wrong” and they said, “No, it just is,” and I said, “I understand,” and I did, ishly, “But isness isn’t a valid method of mensuration. Presence, maybe.” “You mean...
