by Helen Ivory | Oct 10, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Mail to the Moon I read your poems and one reminded me of something I had written so I put it in the post. Then reading on I saw the dates and realised you were recently dead and so my poem would land in a hallway where it would only remind anyone...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 9, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Summer, coming to an end He interrupted me: Look at the bees! I didn’t answer, so he came and crouched where I lay. Look at them, he whispered, going ballistic in the toadflax! And they were, busy-humming in the flowers, innocent as children holding hands, as...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 8, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Conchita reads Pablo Picasso’s letter to God (while he is painting) Your committee for time-keeping has ruled diphtheria a highly unpunctilious event. By consensus you can’t seem to remember this being planned into any agendas. You call me...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 6, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
The Woman Who Could Not Say Goodbye He’ll come to hear it soon enough, by the door where a woman can simply put herself out with the milk. The air there is ivory, cool as a piano key worn by notions of leaving that didn’t play out. It is not a...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 5, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
You Tonight, the sky sags, heavy with stars, and the wind has a cough, but I need a breeze, though the winter frost has sandpapered my knuckles. Cracked, they look tough and dry as elephant hide and dangle, hesitant above the keys. Fingers slowly flex out the frost...
