by Helen Ivory | Apr 11, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Graphic Designs He arrives in a pixellated taxi so low-res he could be any of the men who’d tried to resize her round the axis of their doubts. Her fractal word within a word within a word, too small for her own resolution, plinks into the glass...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 10, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Queertopia (Working Title) i dreamt it once but i dream a lot of things not all of them printable but this was some kind of culty shit well no the good bits of a cult if you can say cults have redeeming features i...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 9, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Good Neighbour Irecê, Brazil An entrepreneur, he ran a butcher’s stall in the market. So you could see the meat he’d waft the flies away with his hand. We rented a house from him; he showed us the covered tank in the yard – that’s where the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 8, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Your artificial light gave out Your garden has no security, just the electronic sensor that whispers in husky unpredictable clicks that accompany the moths feeding in the darkness. To your mind, to my mind the world of the moths will be...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 7, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Neighbourhood News Hi, I’m Bill. I’ve just moved in to that little house on New Street (you know the one, it’s been covered in graffiti for God knows how long). I’ve got six dogs and a dead rabbit which I keep in the fridge as well as lots of...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 6, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Imagining myself as a bitter, old woman Here I am as old as you said I would grow altogether alone drinking tea curled up with a gossip of stars and the milky thaw of the moon – the thrum of the air still thrums in me as the flowers fold in...
