by Helen Ivory | Jul 10, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Jigsaw It starts in utero, painted wood carvings thick as a finger, gift wrapped in nostalgia. Colour weaves in time, a voice with a thousand faces. Some velcro themselves, urchins of experience. Some are stolen. Onlookers swapping their gray...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 9, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Record Made a list. A record. The dishes she ate. Monuments visited. In Paris. In chronological order. A narrative into Paris, from England, through the dark tunnel, into the light. Then back, returning from steak and frites by the Arc de...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 7, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Picnic Tempting death with every cobblestoned step his face was a collection of broken records — I was devouring a cheese baguette with grape jelly — Alas, my desires are always replaced by hunger / now we avoid each other at the King Streetcar —...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 6, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Waste There’s more waste than we use for the things we ordinarily use waste for, such as piling it on barges and sending them out to sea, tucking it under the surface like a layer of insulation, diamonds were waste once, and diamonds are valuable,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 5, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Just in Case You’d Forgotten there are some lives lived poolside and others that mostly consist of a bent back in a field – some are chauffeured some are piled into the backs of trucks driven fifty miles from border to farm on rough roads –...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 3, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
To the Litten Tree Morning sees droplets of spittle flicked over foraging insects. Down hind legs, hidden among the leaves, the sated dump fresh honeydew and trees weep sugar. Sweet hurt. Little graces matter. The bus drivers know us, let us smoke...
