by Helen Ivory | Mar 6, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Old Age What is not to love when you draw back curtains and taste clouds in their newness and innocence or watch the sky raise its brass trumpet in a call to gratitude. What is not to love about the air on your skin, each breath a new miracle or...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 5, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
The Perseids at Bannau Brycheiniog At my feet the window sprawls a view of kneaded land, craggy baked by the hand of the gods, dusted green with short bit grass. A sheep walks by along the grey faded road, pitted with age, worn tired with wear....
by Helen Ivory | Mar 4, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
In Memory of Anne It hasn’t been this bright all year – the moon’s white scalp, spot-lit, a head turned away from a thing the rest of us fear: unearthly dark and its stars – the small unfindable glass in a vast unwalkable carpet. Night is where...
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...
