by Helen Ivory | May 14, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Living Flashback My room is infested with bedbugs I’m covered in bites, not love bites I have to spend the night on the low secure unit That I’ve only just been discharged from. The paranoid nurse who signs me in thinks I’ve been...
by Helen Ivory | May 11, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
on accident (for Adrienne Rich) I want to borrow gods (as Adrienne does, though she knew better) their sad logic their templates but there’s always a tell, no? a too close accuracy not confidently misremembered studied would you be disappointed...
by Helen Ivory | May 10, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Coal House Fort Turn the mud. Bo Peep’s head tumbles out, wide-eyed, mouth a little open. There’s no sign of her body, her crook, her flock. Perhaps they’re deeper in the riverbed, or washed down to Tilbury by the tide. Drop her into the wooden...
by Helen Ivory | May 9, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
باز هم دوربین ها می چرخند زمین سرگیجه می گیرد و CNN بالا میآورد آمار کشته ها را این شعر را Men are the color of soil Women are sitting on the ashes And white sheets are losing their color Because of children’s blood...
by Helen Ivory | May 8, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
It is smell that forgets us last even if we would forget ourselves Babusyu your coffin laid on the frost I was not there Odourless and tasteless you are as water I can never...
by Helen Ivory | May 7, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Losing it before the UFO can find a parking spot Used to be the stain inside a makeup bag, glossed on inside cheek, socked on the stairs, Auntie at the Embassy, the sink over adverts and the sinnerman, and too much, I’ll keep going: my face, not...
