by Helen Ivory | Apr 11, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Orchard No more greenfinch, no more treecreeper, no more sparrow hawk; hedgerows slashed to make way for roads. Orchards torn up for houses – confused woodpeckers still seek dead-wood and bug. On a single patch of grass in the midst of brick and...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 10, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
To Love Thy Neighbour So still, the street. The single patrol car stationary, the team from the hospital standing beyond the trees, the neighbours behind their curtains. And the doctor one foot on the step, frozen. You’ll let them take me away,...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 9, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Walking with Dad Dad says, when we are first born our stomachs are size of a walnut. He spews up his gut full of tiny cannibals who eat and eat and…, shares his cheese pickle sandwiches. He is empty Dad teaches a child to slide a rule. He...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 8, 2018 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
North Mayo Haiku Our latest clearing – Nephin keeping its distance travels with us still. Wild roses, raindrops; the stone quarry stands open to blossom and fall. A ditched toilet bowl, a streamlet flowing through it high on...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 7, 2018 | Reviews
This beautifully judged pamphlet explores the complexities of a personal relationship with British drinking culture and those who inhabit it. The subject of alcohol for poets is not a new one, and the influence of alcohol on poets has been...
