by Helen Ivory | Sep 17, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Lunchbreak She slips away from fire and steel, each dip of the paddle a balm for tension at the surface. She steers a course beyond the rocks, slow in the heavy water that still smarts with April’s chill and with the poise of someone at ease with...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 15, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
The Ultimate Question the best answer is from Bob Mortimer and 2 Babybells he transmogrified their red wax coats with a flaming serviette, winding a wick as a beacon light with pocket cheese to sustain you during the realisation that many...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 14, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Shasta You can stand on red banks like a brilliant tree Breathe toward the summit; You can descend like an avalanche. The mountain will not reject you The mountain might eat you alive But it will not reject you The mountain might turn you over The...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 13, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
A Cell My heart, that scrappy little jail and inside it, you sitting there dejected growing more yellow and gaunt by the day. (I saw your thing on Instagram.) I would like to release you, but can’t the doors don’t work that way. If there is a key,...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 12, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Binge drinking Sometimes I distract myself, watch Svankmajer with the family, or walk like Robert Walser, conversing cheerily with crows; but the news still bubbles madly under bouts of fierce bad skin, bursts forth in pints of wine and whisky...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 11, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Blue Lilies The blue lilies celebrating my pregnancy I placed in a vase of blue-wash pottery. A sweet force had somehow swept through the gristle and splinters and sediments and sticky bubbles of my polycystic ovaries. I told her stories, lots,...
