by Helen Ivory | Apr 13, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
I Want to Become a weasel, in a sleeky, twisty body, all eyes and teeth like a deadly zip. I would have become a badger in preference, but they have been having a bad time around here, through no fault of their own, shot for being badgers. So...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 12, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Secret Society I joined a secret society advertised in the back pages of a magazine. I forget which, but I found it nestled in 8pt font and fancy border between time share apartments in Lanzarote and the commemorative plates. Yours for just three...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 11, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
dance dance revolution long weekend ← or ← perhaps ↑ summer holiday → from the back of someone’s car boot ↑ the strange → sweated plastic all pink and blue and folded → arrows stacked and pointing towards themselves↓ like meeting for the first...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 10, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Ripe We’re drinking wine in your kitchen, months before the hot oil of my concern begins to spit. I’m telling a story with both hands while you chop garlic, drain another glass. Over dinner we make up theories for the new pint glass squatting in...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 9, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Skin deep You notice the crepe of your neck and belly first. This skin you bake in the sun. At least your stomach hides it’s nudity most of the time. You start using factor fifty face cream and tell yourself you don’t mind the deep crease between...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 8, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Watching the ‘Strictly’ Results Show on a Sunday night Knowing what we know about the pain of the world, who wins and who loses might feel like a betrayal. Too many sequins, too much glitter, a vacuous distraction and yet ...
