by Helen Ivory | Feb 6, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Les Nymphes Aurore We have surrounded the house of the French chef. He is inside skinning tarragon leaves from their stems, boiling vinegar, crushing peppercorns, grinding sea salt, dipping and licking his fat finger in the cream. We stare through...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 5, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Mouth Bow I You place the tip across your mouth hold it still, the shaped beechwood sliver of a new moon’s edge in your hand. Between your fingers the flat oval of bone. A touch, resting. Then – pluck the strung gut. *** It sings in his head. Twang....
by Helen Ivory | Feb 4, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Shelling Peas The afternoon is woven thick with mauve wisteria scent, the buzzing of cicadas. Across the street, hymns blare from the Baptist church loudspeaker. Rock of Ages, Blest for Me Onward Christian Soldiers On Grandmother’s front porch,...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 3, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
The Secret The words fell from her mouth Like black snakes. Hissss. She has lost them all. The secret! A promise she could not keep. Someone knows. He lies in bed, the room growing dark. It is the last night of their lives. Take me there To the...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 2, 2017 | Reviews
Bernard O’Donoghue says it is difficult to name a poetry book, because most are made up of ‘bits and pieces’. The Seasons of Cullen Church is apt. It evokes both the passage of time and the intense attention to location found in O’Donoghue’s work. Previous collections...
