by Helen Ivory | May 20, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
* here the sunflower stood this summer … my late friend * the clicking of the ice storm his anger * Christmas afternoon the quiet snow * cracked nail polish Easter morning * the dog’s footsteps on my back snooze alarm A Pushcart Prize nominee,...
by Helen Ivory | May 19, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
On the tracks Paused amongst the debris scabs and concertinaed pigeons, over Herculean arches, grisly secrets lurk in muck and smutty shadows. Old stolen bicycles, rats, and plastic bags floating like ghosts in the engine hiss. Reptilian fingers...
by Helen Ivory | May 18, 2017 | Reviews
It’s rare to come across a new poet who not only has a confident voice, but more importantly, a sensibility that tackles death, the passage of time, ageing, childhood and a strong eye for the natural world. Such big themes are handled with wit,...
by Helen Ivory | May 17, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
The Fear of Flooding Up the valley there are dams to hold back heavy poisons rusty slurry tanks sequestering cattle shit and stinking ponds for retting flax and if we had diamonds there would be dangerous spoil heaps and if the gold had not run out there would...
by Helen Ivory | May 16, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Coconut Fever The days were long and there had been six of them apparently, though that meant very little. Weeks or months would have felt the same. That’s how it is when you’re a kid. Time passes differently. All I knew was that the bed had grown...
