by Helen Ivory | Apr 3, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
One for sorrow St Valentine’s Day and now it is we who are falling one by one all around in spring sunshine is the glitter of a magpie’s eye he fixes me from his perch on the half-wrecked shed auguring this week’s sorrow fresh in black and white...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 2, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The Non-Banjo Player If I had a father who was a virtuoso on the banjo, I’d be playing bluegrass now. But he died before he had a chance to teach me anything. So, instead, I learned from this dark hole in my life. Wrote poetry. Plunkety plunk...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 1, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Skunk I am a creature of urges that longs/ to sidle underside tail to nose/ press into you/ cup chin in my paws pierce sharp eyes through nuzzling my snout flat to merge/ our foreheads/ together/ as a bone heart/ I want to tilt your head/ run my...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 31, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Fun in the Sun He found himself watching the sun on the wall. The sun on the wall. He remembered people saying that when he was young, meaning that whatever movement that happened to be taking place at that time was moving so terribly...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 30, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Angus anhinga in my hang-glider, my ambit, my angler, the lips’ full opposite. Hungus – two gulps. Sirloin tang for my hunger, stirling catch, my one choice. A stone thrown into a silent land, the arsenal of your arrival. The headlong clang...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 29, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Outpatient Take a half-shower Sit at the edge of the bath, feet wet Shower head unscrewed, hose lying flaccid in the bath Belching out lukewarm water over overgrown toenails Walk around the house bumping into things Giggle like a...
