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 /...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 4, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Neşûştî / Unwashed unbutton my spine towards the shitty full sounds of istanbul throw my discs at the drunkard as the imam punctures our howls into the mosque lucid green walls may he hang us let us be examples is there anyone who loves like us?...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 3, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Question Mark I live in Question Mark. It’s at the end of the sentence. The road to get here has a sharp bend. It’s not easy to guess what folk who live here think. There’s always a slight doubt. The town itself has a querulous nature; people are...
