by Helen Ivory | Dec 13, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
What the data about migration told me We are incoming packets discrete, carrying our own context. Our aim is to pass through without being stored in a session. We choose the optimal path for delivery, clustering at the interface between nodes....
by Helen Ivory | Dec 12, 2020 | Featured, News, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Please join us for a zoom launch of our annual Twelve Days of Christmas feature, on 13th December at 4pm GMT. Our 12 readers are: Pascal Vine , David Bleiman, Maggie Mackay, Amlanjyoti Goswami, Carole Bromley, Lesley Ingram, Ramona Herdman, Sue Burge, Susie...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 11, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Taking HRT at The Neon Sign Museum, Las Vegas Popped tubes and leaking neon. Lucky, Golden Gate, Circus-Circus, half illuminated Happy Days. Scorching pinks turned to blues, stiletto heels snapped to slippers, bright night shine, dull by dusk. The...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 10, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Hand-shell After Dora Maar Divide a woman’s body into geometric shapes. Triangle tits, a six-pointed star. Segment a woman’s face into orange slices. Split it through a spider’s web. Float a woman in a pool. Swim statue-stiff, your hand-shell on...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 9, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The Fringe For days, weeks, I’d longed quite hard for silence, as the weighted ache of noise loured. Then, Sunday morning, three o’clock, humid morning-night, the window open, there came a silence fringed with scents (our lane half-in, half-out of...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 8, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The brief invisibility of fathers I do not draw but here I do. Heavy looping lines. That scar of road. Weeds through the stones. The olive tree, persisting. Wild fennel, and him bent over it. The way that he inhales the leaves. Pours rice like...
