by Helen Ivory | Sep 11, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
* reflecting off the owl’s eyes mOOnlight * burn warning the fire in her voice * giant catfish leaping into Grandpa’s story * low winter sun an urge to be Icarus * g r a n d m a andgrandpa the rhythm of morning coffee Edward...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 10, 2017 | Reviews
Colin Pink’s impressive first collection, Acrobats of Sound, takes its title from his poem, A Peal of Bells that marvels at the ability of heavy leaden church bells to be rocked into joyful conversation. And this is what Pink does...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 9, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
What’s done is done The Thane of Fife, had a wife, where is she now? I wonder what it’s like to be dead wonder if he touches my flesh will it feel the same? I try to remember but cannot remember his hot...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 8, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Postcards At the End of the Street At the end of the street a grey-haired woman walks her black pig. She sniffs the ground, eats up a tomato, eats and eats, sniffs and sniffs. Volcano A jagged plain, battlefield of gods. In the far dark mountains you see...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 7, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Thirtieth May why is it now the old language sounds harsh without that ease of familiarity? Because we no longer share our tongues And the meanings draw away As you have into the clouded twilight With the night falling fast. ...
