by Helen Ivory | Apr 22, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Before the Weighing Inspired by Jane Hirshfield’s The Weighing. Quietly now, divide your heart and feed the lioness before justice comes. It might not be the usual way. It is a way. Feed her the coins you took from the fountain, feed her the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 20, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
200.salute There’s a Russian word for the nostalgia of gone love. A noun. Razbliuto. It has the bite of a Corona taken easy or mouths scarfed in the throat of the wind, but it doesn’t taste of us. Our one-bed basement flat where vinyl spun and miso...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 19, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Milvus milvus Your eye is a citrine flash, better than any drone, fishing in the wind for small things. There once was a myth you could hunt dogs and lambs. Take a child down with your fork and claws. These days your haul is a kiss of earthworms,...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 18, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Standing on top of the National Museum of Scotland We find the roof garden. Its little patch of moorland, birches, heather so perfect it might hide grouse turd, quartz, even Tunnock wrappers. A mountain peak handkerchief picnic-pack pooled until...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 17, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Soul Sister I take it, the crust Of the moment, One word At a time: Move it Cross country Past the livery Stable, the train’s Box-cars, all ‘A hoot’ On the half hour Siding where … Same as Great Grandma, I put it In a pipe And smoke it....
