by Helen Ivory | May 17, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
The Day Before In the morning the house is quiet with sleeping sons, and a whole day stretches before me, taut between the pull of the garden, and the list of indoor tasks: preparation for fifteen for Easter Sunday lunch. All day I’m juggling,...
by Helen Ivory | May 16, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Sunflowers Bleary, lethargic, bumping along in this coach at eight whatever in the morning I see in a field there are plants, what are they, sunflowers, oh, haven’t seen them for a while. You don’t somehow expect to see something so perfect and...
by Helen Ivory | May 15, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Blues III Whatever Walk you made up With your false face Filled with words Suspended within mouth and lie, This is how full My heart is: Old packed cars In the frost of January. Useless and abandoned, Waiting for the machine Who will squeeze their...
by Helen Ivory | May 14, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Cardigan Bay As a boy I wondered about the jigsaw strewn across the sand. The parts are taken by the waves, dad said. Salted and cleaned. I pictured the crab – pink, hard and quick to anger, attacking with a snapping claw. This flat, wet beach was...
by Helen Ivory | May 13, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
* Where are we headed: Moving fast but thinking slow, Blinking in the light * Afternoons with you: clean breezes about each ear and soft, yellow suns. * I knew each night would end but soft, I prayed for rain. * Zoe Austin is a 34-year-old music teacher...
