by Helen Ivory | Apr 14, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
How to not exist Allow yourself to be elbowed aside become a non-person an avoider of lingering looks Ask how can I best be ignored? foster a gnawing sorrow howling complaints to imaginary friends In portraits your eyes should be nebulous stare at...
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...
