by Helen Ivory | Sep 15, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Nostalgia as Yogi Bear Ruminates through you for something tasty, prizes of the Jellystone mind. Lifts a memory from the pic-a-nic basket of your past and sniffs it excitedly. He lies about the freshness of the morsel. Exaggerates its taste. Hey...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 14, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
I’m just an ordinary dryad After Anna Saunders not like fancy Eurydice with her sun god father keep things simple I say I don’t have her dilemmas full moon in new dark rising to light skin and bark together woodbine up hazel shoots in...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 13, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
The Poem of the Sock after Martin Stannard The poem of the mask disguises meaning. The poem of the diet lost seven words. The poem of the snowman melted. The poem of the invisible man . The poem of the ventilator needs to...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 12, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
DayGlo after Ecclesiasticus 44.1 Let us now praise hi-vis men who gather together round a pothole, filling the gap with their sticky black remedy. Honour the yellow-gilet WPC who knows how to listen, called to a bus stop just in time by a lost...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 11, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Out of Place I lie back, arch my throat, pretend to relax. Contemplate ceiling tiles, and women who do this weekly for pleasure. A basin strangles me. The palm of a hand realigns my head: this is how the ironing board feels when you dance with...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 10, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
It Might Never Happen This is not you, but someone soaked in fake Brut coming at me in a gesture of fake generosity. For goodness sake, I only want a quiet life, it’s no crime not to be a gregarious joiner. Ultra-polite, ultra-wary, I don’t answer...
