by Helen Ivory | Apr 20, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Lent As if it wasn’t enough cycling three miles to eight o’clock mass on cold white mornings I stayed in the chapel after the final blessing too early for class in the Colaiste I filled in time around the shadowy stations of the cross the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 19, 2025 | Featured, Prose
Collateral Damage The darkening sky skids past at sixty miles an hour. My eyes are keeping a vigil over the dead fringes of tarmac either side of the road as I drive, flicking from the cars in front of me to the next unidentified something lying...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 18, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Charm Enough of scorch, scald, sore- and rawness. Sometimes flesh longs for eclipse. Mesh over mesh, compact me with cool plaster. Swaddling clothes. Dry crust. Sarcophagus. A scratch, a bramble rip… a mere sly snick from a page of your...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 17, 2025 | Featured, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
end-of-day catch our wicker basket full of salmon sunset * hospice garden the wishing fountain fills with fallen leaves * breezy sunshine my blind date and I slow-dance to subway’s sway * churchyard shadows a bent woman speaking in tongues *...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 16, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
some fall (inspired by a Radio 4 Tweet of the Day) she told me about the still hours spent at the coast watching the east until finally a spume of feather blood and effort rises and approaches blackbirds and fieldfares a gaunt line starving...
