by Helen Ivory | Oct 10, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Here Come the Crows I drew a sudden dark line under it all. Emphatically, and with the fulsome flourish of a full stop dot. Knowing that this was not what I wanted: the rows of chimney pots, red-rouged and boring in the dreich, mossed and...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 9, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The Survivalist’s Guide to Love The personals sounded survivalist, after. We were still searching, but we offered love like an island someone may wind up stranded on. I have fish fingers, but no bread…There are eggs in my fridge I’ve painted with...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 8, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Mars is bright tonight These are my new cordless eyeballs: no gloopy strings attached untethered, loosed from my skull compact, lightly veined, two floating globes raring to take on the big globe – except instead they lose GPS won’t take...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 7, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The Vision came at night into where she dreamed, in through the nets it blew, to send her serene. Each weighty step had no burden now, the dark was all light about her in a glow. Just…there. She’d motion, showing us the place, where He came and...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 6, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
We stayed up all night and it was mental Umeboshi made our heads go fizzy like we’d opened eyes and ears and mouths and fed in packs of pink space candy. Then it was light. I walked across the Backs with Chris who knew the way and fancied me. The...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 5, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Ode to My New Lens Fake you may be, but like the bonafide thing you replaced, you accommodate, put up with pressure, withstand contraction, flex and unflex, bend without breaking. You become, as my eyes converge to focus on the words of this page,...
