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...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 10, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Pearl Osten worked until after midnight, Oct. 2, 1927, in an Eighth street tea room, where she eked out a wage which helped to pay for her schooling. She took a street car to the home of relatives with whom she was staying … There the trail...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 9, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
A Farmer’s Son Watches Galaxies Turn, Groes Bach Spring 1833 – mists folding their sheets in the fields. Isaac Roberts feels the turned earth, his father’s farm an island in the hurtling Milky Way – splashes of cream across the churning ocean...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 8, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Baldwin St, mid-November Wet tarmac blinks red and gold, names shine outside the Gaumont. Stop dreaming, you’ll get lost. I trot to keep up, past the chip shop, past a big man bellowing Mind out! as he shifts a stack of crates, past Carwardine’s...
