by Helen Ivory | Nov 9, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
A Cherry Tree in Scraptoft The instruction invites overthinking: describe your hometown through the medium of simple sentences and limited [foreign/new] vocabulary. My home is beautiful (isn’t this obligatory?) There is a small park (gifted...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 8, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Pork Chop I ask my father to dinner, pretending he is still alive, ask him what he’d like. He says a pork chop which is not something I know how to cook. Anyway it’s January, I’m vegetarian today, and it’s raining. You can have curry, I tell him....
by Helen Ivory | Nov 7, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Science Communication I don’t know why you bother with poetry Vlad mutters as he adjusts the current in the magnets, forcing them to rhyme with each other. We sit in a control room connected to dozens of monitors, sensors and trackers trained to...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 5, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
A Croc in the Field for Harry Paterson Today’s operative on the ohrwurm shift has hacked the WiFi password in the ear canal and now I’m looping back endlessly to a misheard lyric: “you picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille, with four hundred...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 4, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Poet Dead [after Rilke] Laid down, his upraised face is White – offputting – on a plumped pillow. How life takes the He-Who-Knows And His senses and disallows, Absorbs to the year’s disimpetuousness. Saw Him alive did the comparative dunce:...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 3, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Pieces “The all-consuming passion is rarely found more than a recipe for misery,” you read and told me you would see about that and joked “Can two people be engaged who are already married?” But it seems I was right after all. I remember the Dali...
