by Helen Ivory | Jun 9, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Wager I need coins. Not for my eyes but a wager, a circle of risky bets. Emptying my purse, I find a handful of silver, drum it on the table. And then I dig in, find actual shrapnel. Wounds become currency. Silent mouths gape punctuation. The...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 8, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Antonyms for “Late-Stage Capitalism” I make noises with my mouth, some of which are words. I hold a receipt between my teeth while I take off my gloves and fumble with a keychain. Most of the stuff in my pockets belongs to something that no longer...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 7, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Episodes a moth has swiped a thought right in front of my face a flicker and gone pure cheek the wing brush lingering my eyes scan the walls for pulsing fool’s silver smudges on the ceiling the ghost of a white shoulder bumblebees prey on me...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 6, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Dormouse Summer When one subtracts from life infancy (which is vegetation), sleep, eating and swilling, buttoning and unbuttoning – how much remains of downright existence? The summer of a dormouse. Byron, Journal 7 December 1813 Missing the small...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 5, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
A Death (After Tu Fu) The night is bottomless. I can’t sleep. Darkness smells of winter. Stars fade away, beyond my reach, like waves on a distant beach. In mockery the polestar dies last of all. My wine bottle is empty. I can only bow my head. My...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 4, 2021 | Featured, News, Poetry
Please join us on zoom for live readings from Christopher Reid, Leslie Ingram and Kymm Coveney on Saturday 5th at 4pm GMT This is part of our monthly award-winning ‘Live from the Butchery’ series, hosted by Helen Ivory and Martin Figura from their home (an old...
