by Helen Ivory | Mar 10, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
New same Year January 2021 Every day, I am a mother, and I am asked to explain things I don’t really understand – like contrails or the...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 9, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Half Brother (It rained, remember?) We climbed to the roof, took turns dying our bodies glistened & shook, mist from our tongues I step into your game screaming I get five lives! (but you always win) Hold your breath, count to ten cut your...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 8, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Gift A walk in the park. I see a girl sitting cross-legged on the grass, in front of her a box tied neatly with red ribbon, she stares at it, her chin resting in her palms. She doesn’t move. I watch others watching till a boy approaches, he...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 7, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
First Snow When snow fell at night, it was her future decided in hushed tones outside the room where she slept, so in the morning when she rose her world had been swapped, swivelled like a set in a play, permitting her (as she stepped out) to...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 6, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Please join us on zoom for live readings from Malika Booker, Jill Abram and Fahad Al-Amoudi on Sunday 7th March at 4pm GMT This is part of our monthly ‘Live from the Butchery’ series, hosted by Helen Ivory and Martin Figura from their home (an old CoOp...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 5, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Oranges On a dark Friday, in the early night I walked past an orange on the pavement by a parked ambulance, in a setback carpark, under faltering streetlights and hefty air. No stars were shining but this orange seemed to do so, and for a fleeting moment...
