by Helen Ivory | Oct 20, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
My Albatross and Me my albatross is an over-stretched suitcase spilling out stuff I must remember my albatross was small but she grew like Topsy now she will not fit back in her box my albatross is a story, a black and white movie, a steam train...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 18, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Containers From on this cliff top, I can clearly see the quarter-mile-long ship across the bay, a dark shape of unseen complexity. I am a sack of bags, with tubes that go between them, and with fine wires everywhere. I am the mind that feels this...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 17, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Rapprochement (Glosa) Maybe it happens one night, driving Through an unknown suburb, the realisation That nothing is going to change, the time Will never come for explanation – Too Late by Ruth...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 16, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Into the Forest Some of the liveries…are of people who do service so that they receive them as wages, such are the custodians of the palaces, the guardians of the royal temples, the pipers, the seizers of wolves… The Dialogue of the...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 15, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Muscle memory I cut up my plaster cast and buried it deep into the earth. Mystics say if you offer pain to the natural world, it will heal what’s left behind. I prayed out loud when the wind howled and rain cleansed me of grief. Now it seems my...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 14, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Morton’s Laws Think me not a pessimist, Or, for that matter, a cynic. But my First Law (I don’t Care a fig for Newton) states: If it makes sense it will not Happen. The corollary states: The more sense it makes, The less likely it is to happen....
