by Helen Ivory | Oct 7, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
How it begins This is how (I like to think) it begins: night-time, August, the Devon cottage, where the darkness is so complete, you might lie in bed, hearing the flit flap skitter of moth wings, fearing their glancing caress against your cheek. Better...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 6, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
When Remembering I’m More Than What Wires into Forgetting When naked with myself, I feel where a right elbow isn’t, then is. I let my left palm guide me through the exhibition of my body. I’ve never been here before, or so it seems, as I photocopy...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 5, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Category C bail violation The night of his arrest I climbed a hill to find a deep cave in which to hide as reality reset, such shifts too frequent now, and rarely for the better, an abject pattern emerging, as when raindrops flow across a waxen...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 4, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Dreamspinning As a kid, Nehisi used to sleep in a treehouse. He could curl right into it from his bedroom window. He would have a hard time falling asleep every time his parents got loud or physical. Whatever his parents lacked in romance as a...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 3, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Heels for Libby I don’t wear them or have any but you gave me a pair of seven-inch goth platform heels. They made me six-foot-eight. I was twenty, or maybe nineteen, sixteen years ago dancing in the bar at the end of the Curry Mile. Don’t put your...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 2, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Mom, We’re Not the Same Anymore: Our Equations Have Changed! Nothing changed much, mom, but everything did. They say change is a constant, but this constant became a coefficient always racing to catch me (before me). Had it been π, I would have...
