by Helen Ivory | Aug 7, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Lambent On the Fen, they wait for you lanterns held to guide you in to their quagmire caltrop trap. The sucking, stinking peat sea-salted silt where you could be preserved for future gawpers: Your frit-faced, leather-skin mask askew from the weight of centuries...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 6, 2017 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
* long nights of political discussions the sun anyway * rocky shore blunt tentacles of a green surf anemone * spring concert blossoms blown from the trumpet tree * sheltering roots of the old oak box turtle dreams * restaurant receipts the bitterness of...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 5, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
In Which We Separate The mirror cymbal crash – rain mimicry; glass against floorboard. Door slam bassline thump and the rain; soft again on window sill… Isn’t this the bliss we asked for? Jack Tinmouth is a budding poet in his...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 4, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Dilection Was it love? I know not. You were a member of my laterigrade moves. Incognito we become ourselves like some of me: sans tags I trudged. It was a phase of intermezzos: petrichor never was as redolent. Love danced, drank, ditched with...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 3, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Cowardice & I did not even as she was screaming, 2 policemen between her holding her like the edge of a dam edging into her onto her but that’s not my business makes me think too much all the times I was – the woman on the wall was...
