by Helen Ivory | Jul 4, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Sweeping out the Store Before the finality of his broom and the open door he pauses to study the trails toing and froing along the dusty sidewalk some crossing this threshold to buy supplies a pair or two don’t stop head on past to the saloon...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 3, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Shed Key has a Passive Voice The shed key was lost. The little one tells me it was sucked down a super massive black hole the middle one hopes we will find it by clawing through cat shit the biggest one emits a sound akin to the thump of a...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 2, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Cold Case Their front door. What was the colour? Blue? Green? No, some things they could agree so it must have been white, no doubt a beaten white, needing a repaint. Because, after all this time, it’s the truth he wants, a nailing of fault, he...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 1, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The printer needs paper We think we know what it means when this message appears, but do we really. Dutifully we search out the half-used packet, refill the over-complicated tray mechanism and carry on printing. But, in what seems like so short a...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 30, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The iron moon, looks differently under hospital windows shakes down completely sometimes, touches the eye of the rich drunk- squatting in the alleyway for a piss It is not romantic, no. Does not bring knees to pavement- does not heal broken skin....
by Helen Ivory | Jun 29, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Last Train Pulls Away That day, my mother wore her rose-print and wandered from room to room in acres of blossom. She heard a thin, far loophole in the wind sweeter than new-mown hay. Her face was lit. Out of nowhere my father come back from...
