by Helen Ivory | Apr 19, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Kenwood Chef I blow dust (an epidermis of powdered sugar) from the plastic body and think of what Mother conjured from spatula whip and grinder (each task with its own attachment) never tiring helping hands that saved time for the hundred and one...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 18, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
D. Parker spends most of her days surrounded by books both at work and at home. In her free time she reads and occasionally lets words form on paper.
by Helen Ivory | Apr 17, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
weather forecast for the funeral there is a chance of deer grazing of mica rising in stone of knee deep sphagnum of two blank pages there is a chance of roses of lips being sealed of starling clouds yielding of a gurgle in the ditch of snipe...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 16, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
The state of war For Ukraine Storm. Broken spruces like matches In the Estonian forest. Spruces or pines? Broken our souls, Those, who did pass across, will not understand… Those, who did not pass across, will not understand As well ...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 15, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
The birds are spies, they report to the trees The birds don’t grant the day without sacrifice. We feed them gold bullion in place of corn. We are starving. We gift them an audience to our momentary. Tomorrow has gone, so we offer air burials as...
