by Helen Ivory | Aug 15, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
A Slice of Sonnet Go out with your fishing-net, and sit by the brook, the brook which holds a whisper of moon. Tell them that you’re going out to catch some stray salmon. Then, they won’t smell a rat. Ensure that it isn’t the complete, full moon...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 14, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
(Untitled) just for now (and I doubt persistence) the rubble of my mind is whipped up draftily in a flurry quivers with new direction with something like optimism Jack McGrath is a 23 year old writer living in Manchester. He tends to...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 13, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Rest Assured You won’t be there tonight sagged upon the stool of an emptying bar the same corner where you and Frank used to sit as weekends blurred by. Nor will you stumble into a club after hours to mumble your age, name and how this isn’t your...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 12, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Always and Everywhere after Wislawa Szymborska God may have been abolished but politics is everywhere and always. Your arrival on and departure from Earth are political. Even if you don’t die of it, though many do, politics is present at your last...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 11, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Nude, smoking, in the dawn doorway he stands, or leans against the door frame, light spills around him, haloing as he moons me. The husband, inhales smoke, exhales smoke, takes deep breaths surveys his terraced territory: newly-cut trees, soil...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 10, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The Wine of the Rainbow The sunshine wrote a line of words in the snow told you that the door of the vault of heaven was opening new interstellar cities would come illuminate human eyes submerged by the sea. When the giants returns from outer...
