by Helen Ivory | Nov 30, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Shoemaker Writes at his Window Today I write to tell you I saw Sarah again her neck curved, each move of ballet grace I took her calfskin shoe and placed a warm, innocent foot on plain paper to trace Then, as now, she is moved to speak of the...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 29, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
groundwater i will never be as innocent as i was then. as ripe as this root, as sound as a lock of mistletoe to its tree. i will never be as thirsty. i will never again be as near to gods. when i walk back into my phantasies, shoes shed, my palms sweetly...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 28, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Bandaged She doesn’t bleed now. The chemicals put paid to that – staunched the flow, tracking down those cells, their waving feelers tearing out her hair, their bird-claw trail flattening her veins. She’s mummified – the outer shell’s the same:...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 27, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Flail and Crook For all of you who has ever said You loved me then broke my heart May you succumb to the most? Awful Egyptian curse May Hathor cause you great pain? And shame from this day forward Until the Pyramids turn to dust and The Nile River...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 26, 2015 | Reviews
Going through Healing Waters Floating Lamps, a selection of poems by Kiriti Sengupta made me remember few lines of Tocqueville (1835): “In democracies it is by no means the case that all who...
