by Helen Ivory | Jan 16, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Arrival Today, I talked with a friend about death and what it means to have arrived in my life before I have to leave it, what it means to be no longer waiting for my life to start. I did wait, many decades and now – later than most, earlier than...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 15, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
They were only worried when I started writing at 8, little poems, little stories, growing up in a big city called Tehran, cats and scared people running from Iraqi bombs and the Islamic Republic. I became a teenager and found a guitar sang my...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 14, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Leaving The train is the way, the tracks a scar cut deep in the land you can’t help but touch. Across the viaduct and over the stinking estuary, leave fields behind for factories, waste ground, horses nosing rubbled grass, past a desert of...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 13, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Mum was a raised axe and a party hat. A Victorian wardrobe packed with 1960s kaftans. She was the twist and the shout, the let it all hang out. She was convent school and wine cellar. She was a month of Ryvitas followed by a year of cake &...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 12, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
XIX The Sun i run like a goat tongue-lolled and humping herbicide free positively molding i bog-leap and bristle pick peat from between teeth cut on bone want to be so fucking ugly rolling fetid fox-musked but...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 11, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Sonnet But first the sun has to break in two, that primary streamline naturally forgotten flat place, (that was the first one) we walked together together together all day and night until there was no day only a bird on the brink of land and sky...
