by Helen Ivory | Jan 9, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The Waiting Game Waiting is a great leveller. sitting in the waiting room, differences of height and status are almost invisible: we are equally powerless, subservient to the unseen list and the occasional calls of doctors and administrators....
by Helen Ivory | Jan 8, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Garden I’ve woken at peace; it’s important not to think. I return instead to familiar images; steam rising from the boiler below the house, the pale leaves on the tree whose name I never learned. All I’ve ever done with these things is try to know...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 7, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Consider the snowdrop How it toils through barren months, withstands snow and frost with alchemy of proteins and alkaloids in its sap. How it forges lance-shaped leaves hard-tipped to pierce frozen earth, gifts fresh growth to shaded places. How...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 6, 2023 | Featured, Prose
The Ewer Once upon a time, a young man and a young woman almost discovered a genie in a bottle. The Genie, trapped inside a ewer older than Narmer, was a steal. Set on a shelf inside Endwell Antiques, the artifact, competing with pretty vases,...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 5, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Hope is for a smile. Not the cheery smile of The medication is excellent these days but the broad smile of You can go home now, everything is fine. Hope is getting up and checking yourself knowing that one day soon you’ll be worse –...
