by Helen Ivory | Oct 21, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Hair Cut (Everything You Know About Me I Grew Myself) You stand behind me / catch my eye / take the snatch of silver / to this softness of hair / and steal me strand by strand. / How did I get to a stage where / a stranger could coax me / with a...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 20, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Frida’s corset after the accident the plaster held her still pasted her straight She reached out her arms for brushes with colour plumed birds and sickles streetcars to live inside with a knife she carved a skylight for her heart ...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 19, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Clinical Waste For Bev At boarding school, I had no idea what to do with myself. Most of the time, I hid myself in a paper bag, under my bed, amongst my wash things, beneath my towel and a clean nightie. There were no bins provided and we were given...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 18, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Entropy The margin of the world is blurred – a pale band of light, where sky fades into sea. I arrange my books in order of height, on a bank of cow parsley, amid the random oscillations of a cool breeze and one bee, among the buttercups and...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 17, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
HG I know others blossom but I vomit ectoplasm, and squaring the corners of my bed, the nurse reminds me I’m not dying. I’m just expecting an alien that feeds on my nerves because I’m not even exaggerating how much her old school air is grating on...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 16, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Matred After the medieval “Noah plays” of Chester, York and Towneley. Noah’s wife is traditionally not named in religious texts. The name Matred comes from a novel by Madeleine L’Engle. It is known: a woman like that brings evil on board. Look at...
