by Helen Ivory | Jul 18, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Bone Exile The worst day – love becomes ugly, rain hits horizontal in the eyes, drains mumble and split in the silence through frosted windows and wind chills as trees bend on my obscure road, roof slates crack and fall and all shrinks to nothing....
by Helen Ivory | Jul 17, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Pleistocene Cradle Nothing to write home about, really, these bundles of bark and reed rocked back and forth by the current in Bismarck’s narrow corridor, mangrove and bamboo stalks whittled down fine by twenty-five thousand years worth of trial...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 16, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Relics’ Requiem Behind glass, resting now, as after a long journey, putting their feet up, the relics are checked in to the cathedral treasury like so many tourists in a mid-range hotel. Formerly they were carted from place to place like family...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 15, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Rose of Jericho I am waiting for water; do not blame my Father though he made me a curling spine of dried roots. In a home not built for foliage he did his fatherly duty to pass on only what is necessary to survive. The night I thought I became a man he...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 12, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, prizes and awards, Prose & Poetry
Those wild, pre-Brexit days after Josephine Corcoran Do you remember those wild, pre-Brexit days when immigrants filled our seas with their bodies, floated death onto our beaches forced us to see images of dead immigrant children while we were eating our...