by Helen Ivory | Dec 25, 2023 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Nest of Christmas The lane flows with the light of Christmas morning that feels like a yolk breaking, maybe because we are breaking the world’s shell. It lights up single spider webs like silver silk and my dog leads the way through frosty mud. My...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 24, 2023 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
It’s the most Raymond’s kids loved going round the neighbours with all the fancy lights. In November Raymond’s kids started to ask questions, drop hints. He put a Wanted on the local Stuff For Nothing Facebook page and got loads of odds and sods...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 23, 2023 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Time of year Mistletoe hung by the front door and you had to kiss whoever was standing under it. That was one of the Christmas rules like watching the Queen at 3 o’clock. It was the uncles with wet mouths that she didn’t like. How did they do it?...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 22, 2023 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
A Post-Colonial Cool Yule to y’All Australia detained asylum seekers on Christmas Island until 2018. It was named in 1643 after William Mynors of the East India Company sighted it on Christmas Day. Have you seen the red crab women of Christmas...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 21, 2023 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Not my partridge not my pear tree I Google tells me the partridge is Christ, ready for the wound. The temporary pluckers are digging for lead in the flesh. The urban dictionary says I’ll never be that cool. Ii And I read, because you were reading...
