by Helen Ivory | Mar 22, 2017 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
* unimpressed by the garden fence fog * howling winds— politicians promises blow farther from truth * lunch beneath a maple turkey vultures circle above us! When not writing poetry, Craig W. Steele is a professor of...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 21, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Bruised Grass Hauled by a Cudworth Mail Engine, the South Eastern Railway express from Folkestone to Cannon Street grey-green like hawthorn. A lady and her companion in a first-class compartment. She wears a bonnet trimmed with arctic fox. He...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 20, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
It was impossible to exit stage left (Princess Charlotte, Leicester) It’s my stage. Framed by two speaker stacks, sounddesk either left at standard rock setting or frantically manipulated by the band’s sound engineer, in the low...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 19, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
By Harrow Road Against dusk’s bands of scarlet-velvet light, a Jehovah’s Witness clutches a crumpled Book of apocalypse, and glowers at a slammed front door. Behind her, part in dare, part pulled by blues, nonchalant to foretold doom, a...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 18, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Crossing the English channel by foot- I’ll make Dieppe by tea-time. I push images of that great bolt of fluid streaming out of Shoreham sewage treatment plant, snaking towards Brighton beach, out of my mind, striding into the churned, murky...
