by Helen Ivory | Oct 11, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The art of cutting and stitching My mother’s knife made the first cuts – she removed my fertile light bulbs, then stuffed my womb with shredded tissues. Not cruelty, you understand, but failed protection. Men have still hacked and moulded. A chop,...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 10, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Serenity Prayer god grant us the serenity / to accept the things we cannot change / the courage to change the / things we can / and the wisdom to know el differencio / such as / true Heinz ketchup / vs Aldi home brand / the subtle grief of budget...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 6, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Telephone Piece 電話 ピース (after Music of the Mind, Tate Modern) Hello it’s Yoko Yoko desu Hello it’s Yoko Yoko desu Hello it’s Yoko Yoko desu Purchase an old-fashioned telephone Place your tongue in a number hole Taste the dust...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 5, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Jesus Spends Some Time at the Circus Freak Show He feels at home with the others. None of them cast stones. All of them grow flowers. Jesus climbs the few steps to the pool, pauses on the edge, looking down. This time it’s just for his friends. He...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 4, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
We Play Rock-Paper-Scissors Every evening at the care home, I pull in two armchairs til they’re facing. Opposites, we never fist bump, high-five or touch each other’s vying outstretched fingers. The dictionary says this ancient game has many...
