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...
by Helen Ivory | May 5, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Calm before the storm Afternoon hangs in the air, and the birds leave. Frogs begin to talk to each other, and the heat congeals. The wind picks up. That sound is not the rain, rather the tall pines across the road shaking needles, trembling. The...
by Helen Ivory | May 4, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Without a Following If you could call that friend, the special one, the one you always love and know loves you, if you could and she were not also dead, she would be the one to let you go. Even so, let go, even without her you can do this, alone, if you...
