by Helen Ivory | Sep 20, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
they define ‘hiraeth’ as a kind of doomed longing – your childhood bedroom is someone else’s now and your hometown doesn’t exist – they see dandelions, a beloved film, their grandmother’s hands, safe old gummy...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 19, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
gratitude I if I had to tell you about my friend John he’s got a daughter, same age as mine he’s listening to GoGo Penguin in his favourite chair nothing else about his day is optimal but he’s leaning forward, head in prayer there’s a lot of...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 18, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The Half-a-man The giant statue in the main square is weeping sky-blue and sun-yellow tears. Later, leaf-green, then blood-red…soon a technicolour dreamcoat’s worth of crying. Only, this is real. Overnight, the statue loses a leg, next, a finger,...
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...
