by Helen Ivory | Oct 21, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Snake I took a photo of a small snake on a path. Printed it in black and white to know its hexagons to understand its head, its tail. To conjure the moment when maybe I could hear it breathe, could have followed it into the smooth undertow of the...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 20, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Reviews
Ernest Hemingway once said “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed”. This quote comes to mind when reading I Ursula which comes across like it was written with a fluid and clear idea of what Ruth...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 19, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Ice aging Look sometimes I just want to lick ice cubes and eat jam straight from the jar and not even bother if the toast is too burnt we all deserve to be seen for what we could have been but this is not about us— Look I’m just saying wouldn’t it...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 18, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The Incident The general mood was optimistic precisely because everything had been prepared to go wrong, and when the performance was unexpectedly beset by several predictable problems, the general mood became even more optimistic. The incident...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 17, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
You Were And she could hear the highway breathing And she could see a nearby factory She’s making sure she is not dreaming (Talking Heads, She Was) Out past the peeling smokestacks In a blurring frame of mind You healed me, in the name of A...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 16, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Otter in shadows You can see where he is, little seeker, by the sparkle of bubbles escaping from his fur, a surface shiver fizzing among bladderwrack. When he starts rummaging in nests on the skerry, the heron flaps off, a flag signalling end of...
