by Helen Ivory | Dec 22, 2016 | 12 days 2016
Flying with Larus minutus An unwanted journey, return to a dark town in the hill country, a room where you were born. And she’s still there, same wallpaper, same carpets, that heaving, scratching dog. I peer out for a sign. Lights fly out from the gloom....
by Helen Ivory | Dec 21, 2016 | Reviews
Glass is Elisabeth Sennitt Clough’s first collection and she immediately draws us into a bleak, desolate world, with open skies, dark earth, shame and secrets. She is a new voice rising from the Fens, from a desolate murky landscape, she shines...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 20, 2016 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
* top and search – patrolling winds shake down trees * abstract oak – a chocolate spoon hot-melts in milk * asthmatic head cold – your sneezes gasp for breath * crow ascending – lung shadow spreads its wings ...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 19, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
#3 (In Watermelon Sugar) When the tigers were in bloom, the tigers helped me with my arithmetic. I threw it away, so not even time could find it, and drank whisky made from forgotten things. That’s what we did in those days. When the last...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 18, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Mrs Darwin’s Egg I break the egg over the kitchen table. The yolk spills out on the china plate like gorse in snow. Outside the snow still falls, blindfolding the brambles. I put myself in the space between one snowflake and the next. Soon I...
