by Helen Ivory | Aug 21, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Meaningless sex Twenty- something sex are bodies. thrown down like sophomore prose. Unedited nonsense that almost meant little. Look at our quarry of pointless stars. Davy-lamps in solar system of death Noone writes about God when she rested. I...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 20, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Lapse Graffiti artists, known as writers, are often misunderstood by society. Eden Magazine The footbridge was skinned in graffiti – slogans, threats, declarations of love, swastikas. Grek. Kost. Lapse. I’d assumed lapse was a tag, a nom de plume or...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 19, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Chavittu Nadakam Canvas boots, pig-iron tacks. At midnight, the wooden platform groans like a hull. The raw earth shakes below the planks, cardboard stage-sets buckling under the stride. The Emperor wears a crown of tinsel, his beard fixed with...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 18, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Roberto – Market Bird While children kneel at your cage in awe edge offerings of cashew nuts, chopped fruit, curse words into your magnificent beak, mums settle carrier bags at tired wet feet delay for flashes of Hulk Hogan yellow beneath...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 17, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
My Name is My Name Ami never let anyone call my sister Sam – it always had to be Samina. She said she’d rather be waterboarded than let her daughter be whitewashed by whites too conservative to spare the extra syllables. Ami never let anyone call...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 16, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Driving on Old Roads The coastline’s smile is sharp with blackened teeth, seabird shelters, scarps, cutaways, broken reefs: the bloody mouth of a boxer who can’t be dropped, punch drunk with the brain’s purple pounding; stopped glaciers, slipped...
