by Helen Ivory | Oct 1, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Autumn Choice Now just russet oaks and those leaves Indian red smolder among the woods’ dwarf pines and bare maples. Of all the myriad summer songs just a few notes make plain the silence. Elsewhere autumn feeds into winters’ fevers on urban...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 30, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Sparrow arrives in a blink lands light as a coat of dust bounces on spindle legs sharp glance around dips head neat stab at crumb of moving soil tilts neck bright berry eye lace-strutted shoulders lift wings airborne flurry into hawthorn blends...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 29, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Journey He rides a train through slow flat land: nothing to see but horizon, then wanders clumps of yellowed grass and sand, and sets a wounded beetle on a stone. With awkward clattering a lone jackdaw alights and takes its unexpected prey....
by Helen Ivory | Sep 28, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
A Torteval greenhouse You’d hardly think this structure could stay up. A rabbit darts from bramble cover. There should be first buds now, sun catching hairs on shooting stems. A few years: thorns let rip, squeezing the wooden frame left and right,...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 27, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
I didn’t really want you to touch me but I let you It seemed polite. Talk to me. All my longings are floating in front of your eyes. I want you to have laser surgery to tell my needs from my neuroses like pieces of seaweed and washed abalone....
