by Helen Ivory | Mar 7, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
To my Ovaries My cahoonas. My muscular daisies. Potent white olives. You make me sick. My mute twins on tricycles. Femme fatales. Relay racers. Nightmares wished upon stars. In my brain you’re pendula on speed. My climax on the horror film screen....
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...
