by Helen Ivory | Mar 7, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
In the shower with Gerard Manley Hopkins Bless me father for I have sinned again Rejoice in soapy foam-fleece fountain furled For I have lied and cursed and fucked with men Flashing quenching sing-shower curtain-curled In hurting self and friend...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 6, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
A Factory of Feelings Your biog is your own, wash it with as many adjectives. Entitlement and empathy are opposites. Dissimulation is elementary to past lovers, like dissemble to ex bosses. Facebook and Twitter are placeboes for amour proper....
by Helen Ivory | Mar 5, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The moon is a cannibal: she consumes her own body. Flat-footed in her fatness, she sweats and lumbers, ashamed, in the pure of night, of her vast heft. She nibbles her flesh: the taste is oily, repellant, but she swallows it down: the gulps rise...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 4, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Princess Alexandra and the Glass Piano I was a child when I swallowed the piano. My jaw unhinged and down it slid: keys, strings, pins. A dream, I imagined, until a crunch punctuated my footsteps and hammers chinked holes in my thoughts. Rules to...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 3, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Prose
Three halves Help yourselves, Alex says, places chocolate on the table, and opens the wrapper, silver wings on all four sides. Three of them, at one end of the table. Charlie cracks a chunk free, one whole end of the bar at a jaunty angle, and...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 2, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Ghost I was outside in the square dull of garden when I realised I couldn’t draw a ghost. The page waited patiently like the future and my eye held what was supposed to fill it. The narrow path which didn’t deserve its name was an...
