by Helen Ivory | Feb 2, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Collation It’s Izabelle’s funeral collation so we’re driving into Gaillac wearing proper clothes. I’m driving, you are listening to some mad YouTuber who claims that water has memory because if you say nice things to one tub of water and nasty...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 1, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
A Willow-Tree in Hiroshima Softly & impossibly, her roots still beckon growth. It is a slow hope she is drawing. Their ends were swift – echoes in the floorboards. I am reliving it, since I am solitary. A thrawning suffocation grabs the...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 31, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Wave We have learned to wave distantly through glowing windows glimpsing a well-placed bookcase or houseplant imagining the corners of a room their piled-up flotsam we have learned not to ask what happens at the watershed we observe flows ...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 30, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The Glow I recognise the tingle at my nape my face melts, oxters darken, make-up slides, instantly wet through layers meant to cope. Tissues, useless until the wave subsides, my bright red fan announces to the place the hormone flush that’s difficult to...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 29, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The golden hare I colour in a hare for my Mam for her birthday, hop between radio channels and pencil shades: red to maroon, blue to indigo, brown to russet, softest gold for the hare and the glow around it. It is long in body and limb and ear,...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 28, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Anti-Aubade Your sobs disrupt the sound of Robert Lowell reading his ‘Old Flame’ from the app on my phone. I sit on the balcony finishing a final cigarette and try to enjoy it. Leaves crackle in the darkness just outside the panes. The orange ember...
