by Helen Ivory | Aug 23, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
To a Father I Never Knew Go on, be mostly unexamined. Excuse yourself from history. Hang there on the periphery of consciousness. If you’re okay with that, then fine. But I rate you more important than you do yourself. And I’ll legitimize you...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 22, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Not Anywhere We did not rollerblade. We did not keep secrets. He was not still in love. I did not bring my telescope and did not know the names of stars. He did not pretend to like the sound of my book. We did not order these. The bones did not...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 21, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Dust I have become my mother, always sweeping through the corners of our corners, her broom in search of imperfection to eviscerate. Life is so untidy, but she has found ways to be neat. She picks up all the scattered things left lying,...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 20, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Familiar Tissue “My father is given to me and I dissect his body. I study him carefully. You ask me where I learn anatomy?” – Stanislaw Szukalski As every sinew, tendon, lies apart I reflect that only, in these loving scrapes...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 19, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Prose
Part We didn’t expect it to snow but look it falls in soft flakes. Alone now, we leave the cottage between white folds and aim at mountains. You walk ahead: a gap, I leave and over your footprints, I press my own. We follow the stream winter...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 18, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Lions in Translation We, at the International Lion Translation Centre, do not believe: If a lion could speak we would not understand him. Through our outreach programme our dedicated team of translators, at considerable personal risk, have found...
