by Helen Ivory | Nov 15, 2015 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
A tree in the forest Below Sredna Gora the bus stops at a garage. Families without faces, without...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 14, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
I Encounter a Peacock How I came to be sitting in a bus shelter next to a Peacock in full display was to become the least of my worries. Imagine how he’d be if he were as wild as we are not said a little bit of me aloud. Just a thought. The...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 13, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Sanctuary An Elongated Haiku I am a pocket of lake lapping from the pond much like a hangnail, a little lagniappe of water mapped by green stalks where frogs come to hide in the salty-fresh sanctuary of my still tide-watered shade. I am becalmed. A swamp...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 12, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Disease There’s a place I sit in your heart, arse tucked between the semi-lunar valve and aortic wall. Every time you breathe, move, think, I am crushed into a V, my legs pushed towards my chest. On your left lower lid, there’s an eyelash that...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 11, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
School Room, Upper Silesia 1933 Freedom and Bread In that moment when the shutter was pressed no-one looked away. So the camera held each luminous face in its gaze, kept them there, each grin, lost look or open stare. Fifty boys in rows, with folded...
