by Helen Ivory | Dec 12, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Tree Past foil-wrapped dark liqueurs, cough-mixture sick, he shins up the tinsel-twisted plastic boughs, dust musted, under chocolate snowmen, to browse the halls of elongating sideshow-trick glass, shaped like upturned teardrops, bells, a pear, and snake vines of...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 11, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Bluebells A becalmed sea, the patient files of Bluebell Revolutionaries softly jostle in the nettles, a flashpoint which, stored beneath like hope, softly bursts each year afresh, to remind us of possibility, renewed urge and of a final...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 7, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Six Balloons They came from the east. Flattened rounds, tambourines, but pawn black, silver streamers trailing from their valves, lollipops, against cloud sheen, six came like fighters, were five, climbed, formed a V, a Libra, W, Cassiopeia,...
