by Helen Ivory | Feb 14, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
In Rut Eaten alive, being me I step into the street Where November leaves are falling. The air is fine, the clear sky As finely brittle; the aroma of late decay A delicate call to loving. Shed of worries I tread the cobblestones with antlers...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 13, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
The Cyclist’s Breed of Freedom Cycling the five miles to work under the blue sky of something like summer, I see hundreds of cars going past me in a blur of metal and memory. The garden greens and reds of the traffic lights hush me over and under...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 12, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Everything You Need to Know about Australian Magpie Swooping Season Protecting your baby is natural – and it’s the same for magpies. The black and white swoop loosens her grip. Here’s how to avoid their protective swoop. She drops her baby....
by Helen Ivory | Feb 11, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Damp after Christmas and us on the bench with a downhill view of the back of our house, the running curve of the street, us with a view of windows, the windows we stand behind, tracking the passage of prams, of people with tools for allotments,...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 10, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Rooms Inside the sweet and charmless one, the filthy one, the room with flies or night wasps singing far too high. Shutterless and bleached and all-too-ready-rooms, the gassy room, fitted out with pique and sorrow, the one cascading with cries and...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 8, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Happening Locally Because the park has hidden the place, the parents of fashionable dogs won’t know. Because the grass has covered up the mud where the knees slid, the couple holding hands won’t know. Because the sirens are quiet, the officers...
