by Helen Ivory | Jan 5, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Hope is for a smile. Not the cheery smile of The medication is excellent these days but the broad smile of You can go home now, everything is fine. Hope is getting up and checking yourself knowing that one day soon you’ll be worse –...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 4, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Forest Facial If I’m not rock, then I’m depth letters, If I’m not stone, then I’m clean persuasion, If I’m not dark, then I’m chisel and mallet, If I’m never cerebral, then I’ll be static weather. So blow in my direction, Wear down my features,...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 3, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Self-Portrait as Road Runner You with your elaborate schemes of entrapment, your hunting parties, moonshine and shot-gun weddings, your Sunday-school socials for girls to glue birdseed and pasta on prayer plaques, sew aprons with Singers– this desert was...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 3, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
What Comes After Death? A duck stood on my grave the other day I felt my wits travel up my spine And settle between my shoulder blades Each one, pulling further from the other Until I am split down the middle After a moment the feeling is gone And...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 2, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Hare Witch After midnight put your hand on your chest and wish. Call then to the pull of the moon. Wait to feel that shrink, that all over body tingle that takes you down. Let the wild one come the one that runs the fields for the cold soil, the...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 21, 2022 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Solstice This is the shortest light we have to live with and in every minute we feel the life left in its stem and the slow pulse of its fluids keeping the plant of the day just enough alive. Rebecca Gethin has written five poetry...
