by Helen Ivory | Sep 15, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
I am Jealous of the Rain smug smug rain has millennia to finish sculpting could take six lifetimes over the angle at the brink of a whorl smirking smug smug rain invites us to see its progress feels no need to grant us insight or god forbid ask...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 14, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Carrie Silverwood They thought she looked familiar when she arrived at their door they’d met her before somewhere she mentioned friends and places they knew she had fond memories maybe they did too could she stay a week or two if they had...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 13, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Wishes that Became Small in The Hospital There are other mosques where the prayers are thrown louder and prostrations stranded without limit There was a subtle, almost imperceptible fear about the ego that is often exchanged as well as desires...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 12, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Cleaning the cooker Dismantling the burners, part inside part. So many meals scorched onto them as dark fat, the week’s routine teatimes. Here someone’s spilt toffee sauce, now transformed to carbonised grit, here hard grains of uncooked rice from...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 11, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The 7.14 The 7.14, the train I always take, it arrives empty from the depot so I always get a seat, the interiors are Christian Lacroix and lights ambient lavender blue, just right for the not- morning person who looks at suburbs that roll by...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 10, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
…walking on one of those sunny January afternoons before the light goes and warm – a warm breeze, can you believe it – and ploughed fields and sun on soil and you press play, the song you first heard and loved a few days before on a boxset, and...
