by Helen Ivory | Sep 16, 2017 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
* a life in boxes the memories her daughters fought over priced to clear in the last hour of the car boot sale * this moment of clarity a dying star burns itself out surrenders to the void behind the gas works * since the misunderstanding in marks and...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 15, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Mother I do not give you enough credit for the strength it must have taken to turn your back on all you knew to live a life with a man wed to another, knowing you could never marry him, divorce an illegal and dirty word in a country decades away...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 14, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Canada Christmas 1891 Dear sir you are most welcome to Memkumbli, may the spirits of my longhouse light upon you. ‘Tis pity you cannot abide potlatch, – a sorry offence against all virtues of economy and improving labour. Won’t you, just this...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 13, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Never Lost Control I saw one on the street once, not made up, as she came out of a small grocery store with a plastic bag containing green tea. She barrelled straight through me, point blank, though we weren’t a hundred yards from the usual place....
by Helen Ivory | Sep 12, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
The Dead Stars On the old cable drops of oblivion settle in seriatim. Fog stills the sky. Smoke adds strokes to the mist. From a dusty What’s On The TV I gather death’s itinerary. Kushal Poddar, widely published in several...
