by Helen Ivory | Feb 10, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
A State of Being Under blue shadows of a red cliff I dream the sky will collapse. * The moon is an eye that does not suffer the sun is an eye that does not blink though it burns in the haven of my skull. * There are signs I have ignored knowing...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 9, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The Elixir It began with nectar weeping from your tear ducts. Your mother shone like a martyr. It dripped from your nostrils – the ambrose became mixed with the stink of the house. It oozed from your ears, hardened. Your father called you...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 8, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Sign I can visualise the street sign— its unfamiliar name— but not your face. Not really— flecks of shooting star shone in your hair then. I remember that but a friend tells me you are bald now. Standing on that corner: sage, bay leaf, baklava,...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 7, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Llorona, Llorona Midnight is blurry like a rapid photograph Blinding streaks of light slamming through my skull and vibrating Zzzzzzz Zzzzzz Zzzzzzz There are snakes writhing around my brain This flesh is the optimal hunting ground, so full of...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 6, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Never to the Ball undressing herself continually & dirty in her habits* Bruises buttoned down to my naval. My bust goose- pimple decorations, arms embroidered with a tattoo-sleeve. Nurses throw blankets over me, protect my immodesty, brand me...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 5, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Early-stage menopausal psychosis, Nyhavn hotel room, 5 October 2019 There’s a red eye / in the corner of the ceiling / yesterday it was a smoke detector / today it’s pretending to look elsewhere / seeking out fire The stilettos by the bed listen /...
