by Helen Ivory | Jul 6, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Alone at the New Road Hotel He is right to suspect me of infidelity, there will be other rooms, there have been rooms before. At the old textile factory turned hip hotel, in Whitechapel’s tatty bravado, as the brutal heat is sucked from the day...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 5, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
A Jar of Honey Would Give the Poem Away instead let’s ponder the idea stay silent let the flowers of the fields come into your vision lavender thyme verbena breathe in their scents let them speak to your senses tease your nostrils ...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 4, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Now She can’t remember why she started recording their FaceTime calls. Now, when she’s lonely, she scrolls through this small library of conversations and chooses one. It took a whole February weekend to transcribe and learn her lines...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 3, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
The Act Summer began with a bike, its frame painted red, one thin wheel. The focus was balance, hours of clinging to walls and doors; fences and fingertips, pigtails and ears. It became about a clown; greasepaint mouth sadways striped dungarees,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 2, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Ballet audition Bent, a teapot, arthritic neck its handle, lips protruding from the spout she’s irked because I fail to retain the enchaînements. She sees a lazy teen – she doesn’t see a girl walking London each night, imagining death more...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 1, 2022 | Featured, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
shallow breathing the pulse of the moon haunts me still * how heavy the scent of rain longing for home * between clouds the blue notes of a skylark * past midnight she rocks her new doll to sleep Christine Eales lives in Surrey, UK....
