by Helen Ivory | Jul 12, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Light at the edge of the world It takes both of us to pull the door open before I follow her up to the light room, climbing what appears to be a thousand spiral steps. At the top, leaning on a bent rail worn by old hands, I am breathing hard, like...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 11, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Sturgeon The mechanics of suffering is not so daunting to understand it hurts for a while- gums and bellies pierced by an unseen passion… and then it is done the savory-sweet, cherry cough syrup scent of death dries and disappears,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 10, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Ceiling is Painted Vivid White Many things crave our attention: the plates maturing in the sink after last night’s spag bol; the poinsettia dying on the windowsill; the news constantly playing on phone screens or the TV; that photo that needs...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 9, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Biologist, the Poet and the Silverfish On my first ever date, he romances me not with poems but with talk of nocturnal dry-land fish, how they glide and skitter like mercurial swimmers and grace the damp of his bedsit grime. Like them, he has...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 8, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Many hands The day before the fridge broke down I wished it would shut up As I listened, trying to breathe, the noise separated I could hear the electrons shocking about in the wires the liquefied gas gurgling thinly in the pipes a ringing like a...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 7, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Lost Tongue Some said he had no tongue. The words he spoke came through his body. I watched him nod, put up a thumb, flick his head, shake a hand, shrug, and walk fast as if his feet were on fire. Not many people knew him or maybe they didn’t...
