by Helen Ivory | Jun 17, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
In the Event of [ ] Read Poem Most things have their uses, some have value or worth and a rare few acquire some purpose and even meaning. Some things we hold in trust, some we forget we even own and then there’re those items we hang onto...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 16, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Somewhere to get to The light is growing in the East the headlights skim the road that runs beside the flooded fields we’re a month off blossom when it comes I will drape myself in the year’s renewal and ask how many times I will see my little...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 14, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Coping strategies With the neon-splashed night at the window I counted each contraction down, obediently, as my mother had told me to do. Ninety-eight, ninety-seven… This instruction reminds me of my friend’s advice: if you’re ever in public and...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 13, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
You ask me why I put myself through that, as if I jumped out of a plane 14,000 feet of fear and longing. As if I were a camel pacing two-toed, unhindered into the eye of the needle. As if I plucked the thorn instead of the rose, wrist of scars no...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 12, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
The Circles on Your Ceiling You wake up (so you tell me) to the lurid gold of summer splashed like paint across your tea-brown walls; curlicues across your bed- room ceiling: complex, inter- locking circles (‘rings left by Goliath’s teacups upside...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 11, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Fortuna rolls the dice in Tumahole Free State, South Africa I have never seen a baby so tiny outside a womb. You hold her jigsaw of bones in a blanket, afraid to scatter the pieces in case they’d sail like seeds onto the road. A dung beetle rolls...
