by Helen Ivory | Jul 24, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The single woman’s toolbox It began with a claw hammer, for removing lingering doubt and to bludgeon home the point that Yes, I know my own mind and No is my final answer. I don’t need to ask a friend. The pliers came soon after, along with the...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 21, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
When the Saints Came We waited for them to heal us. Took them gifts of honey, a rabbit-skin bag. Showed them how to till and plant crops with foresight. How to sweeten bitter leaves by boiling. We helped them quarry rock, carve the blocks, stack them fit...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 20, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
A Chapel in the Woods There is a chapel in the woods. We should have been married there. The vines and the growth overcoming the building Except for the doors that would open to welcome us. There is a cabin in the woods. We should have lived there...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 19, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
‘Once Upon a May Day Morning, a Father Takes His Three Daughters on a Greenline Bus Deep Into the Green Rolling Countryside of Kent.’ He packs a picnic, hard boiled eggs with the shell still on to protect them, tomatoes, crisps, ham...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 18, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Basic Anthropology You liked to break trees, one dry branch at a time, and test your full weight against the centuries inside. When the tree was gone, you longed for witnesses to understand your regret. You liked to burn books in a random sequence...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 17, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Eight hundred and four full moons I do not – cannot – quite recall How many full moons I actually have or haven’t seen, How many I have missed, So intent on the business of this world, Its instants and circumstances. Put it like this: I only...
